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Opera
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Wykonawcy

Teksty: 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
'Til one day my whole world came unwound

And 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 on fire in my mind
You always had the answers for 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 come back around
But then if time should spell me well, I might take the call
But there's no way of knowin' where I'm bound

So here it comes another fine mess I've gotten into
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?

And that's the burnin' question on 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?