Sometimes it's the
Barefooted Memories,
trying to tiptoe past your eyes
that remind you of the past
that indict you for the past
Little do they know-
Barefooted Memories,
trying to tiptoe past your eyes
There are footprints in the sand
that their footsteps will rebound.
We will strut the selfsame paths, and
will lust for true love's pat, I
will make the same mistakes
everytime you cross my mind.
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