I¡¯m working on my backwards walk
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Walking with no shoes or socks
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And time rewinds to the end of May
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I wish we¡¯d never met that met today
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I¡¯m working on my faults and cracks
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Filling in the blanks and gaps
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And when I write them out they don¡¯t make sense
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I need you to pencil in the rest
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I¡¯m working on drawing a straight line
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And I¡¯ll draw until I get one right
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It¡¯s bold and dark girl can¡¯t you see
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I¡¯ve done drawn a line between you and me
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I¡¯m working on erasing you
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I just don¡¯t have the proper tools
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I get hammered forget that you exist
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There¡¯s no way I¡¯m forgetting this
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I¡¯m working hard on walking out
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Shoes keep sticking to the ground
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My clothes won¡¯t let me close the door
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My trousers seem to love your floor
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I been working on my backwards walk
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There¡¯s nowhere else for me to go
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Except back to you just one last time
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Say yes before I change my mind
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Say yes before I ¡¦
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You¡¯re the shit and I¡¯m knee deep in it (repeat to end)
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Backwards Walk
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| Frightened Rabbits |
