I hit every red light I threw everything out Of the house I left But I came back Walk backwards through The door You didnt save a bit for me You didnt nod or disagree Our sidewalk is askew Our rent is overdue Im leaning like a barn Im abandoned like a house Im feeling like a knife In a drawer Admit you brought the drought Youre so dry to the touch And I pray for the rain Id love to help you bake But the killer on your face Says youre gone You didnt leave a note for me You didnt see me sharpening My steps are falling through Our home is ready to split In two Dont need a sickle to Cut you down Dont need no divining rod To track you down The rains are coming and The sky is brown the Weather vane is spinning Spinning around
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