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Florence Arman - New Pair Of Shoes (official audio)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Florence Arman
Florence Arman
Begleitgesang
Johannes Römer
Johannes Römer
Bassgitarre
Marian Plösch
Marian Plösch
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Florence Arman
Florence Arman
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Florence Arman
Florence Arman
Produzent:in
Johannes Römer
Johannes Römer
Produzent:in
Marian Plösch
Marian Plösch
Produzent:in
Andrew Maury
Andrew Maury
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

Don't know where to begin, feels like every word's blasphemic
That's about you, oh, does that not say everything?
You're the sacredest thing and don't even want to seem it
Cared about me more than you cared about yourself
Like when you said
"Kid, go buy yourself a new pair of shoes
So you tread steadily in life no matter where you move"
And you said, "Go get yourself a new jacket too
So you don't have to feel the cold in what they say to you"
But one day, when I wake up and you're gone
These shoes will walk me to a house and not a home
Scribble books full with ink, but no words will do you justice
But the ones you use, well, they speak for themselves
But now your voice is getting thin, and I hate knowing what love it
I didn't get your eyes, but you gave me everything
When you said
"Kid, go buy yourself a new pair of shoes
So you tread steadily in life no matter where you move"
And you said, "Go get yourself a new jacket too
So you don't have to feel the cold in what they say to you"
But one day, when I wake up and you're gone
These shoes will walk me to a house and not a home
Yeah, these shoes will walk me to a house and not a home
When you said
"Kid, go buy yourself a new pair of shoes
So you tread steadily in life no matter where you move"
And you said, "Go, get yourself a warm jacket too
So you don't have to feel the cold in words they say to you"
But one day, when I wake up and you're gone
These shoes will walk me to a house and not a home
One day I'll choke back tears in a black dress
No jacket in the world would melt the ice inside my chest
Written by: Florence Arman
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