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My Shoes They squeak and they squeak and they squeak and they squeak all day And I don't know, I don't know what to say Cause the squeaking cancels out every word my mouth makes Maybe it's my ankles I think it's my ankles These constant noises keep me awake But I know that silence never helps me sleep So it must be these fucking feet of mine It has to be, it has to be Because I Change my shoes when I get home And I still feel alone This fucking sound has made a dome and if I changed my shoes you wouldn't know. From Letras Mania