Don't Hurt Your Feet 🎶 [with Text]

DON'T HURT YOUR FEET 🎶 [Text]

There’s a place where it costs nothing for fantasy
There’s a place where life is fine
There’s a place where everything I want I get
That place is in my mind

I dream of being a healer, a god
I dream of being a guide
I dream of being a light,
for all who are forced to hide

I dream of being a shield to block the
blows that make us cry and break our souls

Don’t you care?
Give just a little damn?
Don’t you care?
Can’t you care?

There's a place where you and I
walk hand in hand
across the bed of an old, old river.
You say to me,
“Walk gently, don’t disturb the rocks below.”
You say to me,
“Walk gently, do not hurt your feet, my friend.”

Your toes are worn, your fingers rough,
You eyes, they tell the tale of who you are.
I thought I knew you well enough,
but every time we’re new!

When you and I hold on so tight,
I feel our might will meld us into one.
But when we stand alone,
We stand as strangers worlds apart!

I’m sad I love you, mad I love you,
only in my dreams can I be glad I have you!
Only in my mind...

But one day...
I saw a baby running down the street,
His pa was busy blowing johnny in the house...
For a dime of rock
After all, the rock is a gurl’s best friend, he’ll tell you...

Or maybe that was someone else’s daddy, my mistake, but
who can tell who can tell who can tell these days?

Except the man who signs the bills
that say who lives, who dies, who kills
Moths fly out when he opens his mouth
to frighten and confuse us
while grandma sadly sighs,
“His mind’s so small, I hear the echo in his skull!”

Moths fly out when he opens his mouth
to frighten and confuse us...

Why don’t he care, give just a little damn
that the boy won’t live another thousand days?
and don’t he care, why can’t he care
that the boy won’t live another hundred days?
and don’t he care, why can’t he care
that the boy won’t live another ten days?

Don’t he care?
Can’t he care?

Why don’t he care, give just a little damn

that the boy won’t — live another day ?

Oh well, maybe he is someone else’s daddy,
my mistake, but, who can tell?

maybe he is someone else’s daddy,
who can tell? who can tell?

There's a place where you and I walk hand in hand
across the bed of an old, old river.
You say to me, “Walk gently, don’t disturb the rocks below.”
You say to me, “Walk gently, do not hurt your feet, my friend.”

“Don’t hurt your feet, my friend.”

“Don’t hurt your feet, my friend.”

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