Placeholder: [art by Alex Maleev,] These boots are made for walkin' And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you Ya You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin' [art by Alex Maleev,] These boots are made for walkin' And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you Ya You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'

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[art by Alex Maleev,] These boots are made for walkin' And that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you Ya You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin'

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