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Songtexte: Clint Black. Put Yourself In My Shoes. Where Are You Now.


Maybe I took for granted you'd be around
To pick me up on my way down
I thought my feet were planted firmly on the ground
Till one day my whole world came unwound
Like a ball of yarn kept neatly on a spool
You held the life together of this broken hearted fool
And what once was the exception... now seems to be the rule

And there's a burnin' question a fire in my mind
You always had the answers to the ones I couldn't find
So all I'm askin' is
Where are you now

What father time would sell me I'd take it all
If only you'd be back around

But better times expell me who am I to take the call
But there's no way of knowin' where I'm bound
So here it comes another fine mess I've gotten to
And if I knew which way to turn I'd still turn to you
So if everything is said and done what am I supposed to do

That's the burnin' question on the fire in my mind
You always had the answers for me time after time
So all I'm askin' is
Where are you now
All I'm askin' is
Where are you now
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