| 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 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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| These 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
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| You’re the shit and I’m knee-deep in it
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| You’re the shit and I’m knee-deep in it
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| You’re the shit and I’m knee-deep in it
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| You’re the shit and I’m knee-deep in it
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| You’re the shit and I’m knee-deep in it
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| You’re the shit and I’m knee-deep in it
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| You’re the shit and I’m knee-deep in it |