I¡¯m working on my backwards walk
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Walking with no shoes or socks
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when the time rewinds to the end of May
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I wish we¡¯d never met then 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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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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I'll draw until I get one right
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So 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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But I just don't have the proper tools
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I'll get hammered and forget you exist
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But there is no way I'm forgetting this
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I'm working hard on walking out
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My shoes keep sticking to the ground
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My clothes won¡¯t let me close the door
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Cause my trousers seem to love your floor
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I've been working on my backwards walk
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there is 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 say yes before I
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you're the shit and I'm knee deep in it
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My Backwards Walk
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| Frightened Rabbits |
