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I'm working on my backwards walk |
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Walking with no shoes or socks |
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And 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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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 done drawn a line between you and me |
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I'm working on erasing you |
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Just don't have the proper tools |
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I'll 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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'Cause the 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 |
