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Shoe
Draje looked like an awesome guy,
A man of the streets who goes by
Oliver twist would be his buddy
If he was leaving in his century
The first time that i met him
He listened to Debbie with passion
I had the feeling that we could be
Iron and gold, angels and deamons
Well then in his eyes i saw
A dream of friendship, man, i had to create
For his carpe diem style, and his brown beret
and his strange name, Shoe became so.
Oh, I never saw him again,
Just things happened, was that for the best ?
In spite of himself, this absent friend
gave me a wide hope, alone in my velvets
I was in that mood, on a raining day
Should i've been giving more of myself
Laying down on my blanket
the kind of moment, you think and just regret
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