DEPECHE MODE: Walking In My Shoes
I could sing about the things you put me through
The pain I've been subjected to
But the Lord himself, oh, would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden flesh for me to eat
But I think your pulse would start to rush
Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusion
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
Yeah, stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Modesty would frown upon
Decency look down upon
The scapegoat fate's made of me
But I promise you, my judge and jur'rs
My intentions couldn't have been purer
My case is easy to see
I'm not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I've been through
And before we talk of any repentance
Try walking in my shoes
Yeah, stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
Now I'm not looking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusion
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
Yeah, stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
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-- James Anthony Peter Matthew Mark Luke John Bowditch --
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