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Facing New York Claim / Subclaim Lyrics

Last updated: 05/30/2007 11:00:00 AM

Soles are worn out in my tennis shoes
Mother please carry me home
The process of progress is killing me (now I can't go on)
Someone please carry me home

And my cold feet slow me down
They haunt me now...

Claim to subclaim, now turn it off
I'm doing the best that i can
Act for react, now turn it off
I'm doing the best that i can

Could I be losing the will to walk?
Maybe it's time to run
And Madison's where I will build my name (from the bottom up)
Where I will work in the sun

And the science slows me down
But I'm free now...

Claim to subclaim, now turn it off
I'm doing the best that I can
Broken finger, now burn it off
I'm doing the best that I can

Shedding the smile I used to wear
(Left alone to my despair)
Learning how not to let it break my stride
Casting my tennis shoes aside
(Missing what was left behind)
A dead man is plotting his return tonight

Burn, let me feel the burn,
I'm lighting a match to all I've known
Think, I just want to think,
But this could have been a pauper's parade

Claim to subclaim, now turn it off
I'm doing the best that I can
Blood on my hands, now wash it off
I'm doing the best that I can





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