Frightened Rabbit - My Backwards Walk Lyrics

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My Backwards Walk

My Backwards Walk Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For My Backwards Walk By Frightened Rabbit?
I'm working on my backwards walk
Walking with no shoes or socks And the time rewinds to the end of may I wish we'd never met, then met today I'm working on my faults and cracks Filling in the blanks and gaps And when I write them out they don't make sense I need you to pencil in the rest I'm working on drawing a straight line And I'll draw until I get one right And it's bold and dark girl, can't you see I done drawn a line between you and me I'm working on erasing you Just don't have the proper tools I get hammered, forget that you exist There's no way that I'm forgetting this I'm working hard on walking out Shoes keep sticking to the ground My clothes won't let me close the door 'Cause the trousers seem to love your floor I been working on my backwards walk There's nowhere else for me to go Except back to you just one last time Say yes before I change my mind Say yes before I You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it, you're You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it, you're You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it, you're You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it You're the shit and I'm knee-deep in it, you're |
Who Wrote My Backwards Walk By Frightened Rabbit?
Grant David Hutchison, Scott John Hutchison, David Kennedy
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