The Shuffle Of My Feet

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The city now is sleeping its coast has slowed down
The streets are all deserted they’ve almost lost their sound
I’ve walked the lonely sidewalk my heart way down deep
But the only sound that I hear is the shuffle of my feet

I stare into a window my mind is miles away
Your face is everywhere I go I can’t live on this way
A red light slows my progress then I cress the street
But the only sound that I hear is the shuffle of my feet

I came up to a small café and entered into the gloom
I remember how many times we sat together in this room
I couldn’t stand it any longer I stumbled blindly into the street
Tears came down but the only sound was the shuffle of my feet