Honey, I can’t stand you now

Your worn out boots look beat up and bruised

Like you’ve been carrying them on your feet so long,

And they’re tired, honey we’re tired,

And time comes

To put them back on

This thing is over

We had a good run

Baby you know that we’re done

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