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MY JESUS SANDALS ARE MISSING AND I THINK I LEFT THEM ON THE BACK OF THE STAGE OR WITH THE ANGRY DIVORCEE WHO WAS TO HELP ME GET AWAY THEY WERE LIKE SLEDS MADE OF GENTAL LEATHER THAT WOULD ALWAYS CARRY ME SAFELY THROUGH I DON'T WANNA BUT I'M GONNA PUT ON MY BOOTS AND THIS IS NO GOSH DARN HOAX MY TONAILS ARE BURRIED AND NOT BREATHIN BENDING YELLOW AND COARSE I DON'T WANNA BUT I'M GONNA PUT ON MY BOOTS MY JESUS SANDALS ARE MISSING AND WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO A GURU WITH NO SANDALS STUCK IN HOUSTON TALKIN' TO YOU