I've got two dirty soles
Worn through with ragged holes
But they protect my head
From this concrete bed
Most days they're not so close
But now they rub my nose
With the stink and crumbs of streets
Where I left you to sleep
I'm not sure if I would
I'm not sure if I'd ever help me
If I were standing where you are
I'm not sure if I'd do
The same thing that I'm asking you
But I sure hope I would
Look at the shape they're in
Dirt-caked and wearing thin
But they still might manage yet
A couple graceful steps

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