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I was six years old when I learned to tie my shoes

Walked in your footsteps, following in the snow

I was eight years old, the ink spilled on your shirt

It hurt when you left, again and again for work

Home is where you left your keys

And held my hand to cross the street

Home is where I light the candles in your name

I miss you, oh I miss you

Halfway across the country and I still think of you

Wonder what it's like to be in your shoes