Backdrifts

We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goods
 What the hell? We've got nothing more to lose
 One gust and we will probably crumble
 We're backdrifting
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 This far, but no further
 I'm hanging off a branch
 I'm teetering on the brink of
 Honey sweets, so full of sleep
 I'm backsliding
 You fell into our arms
 You fell into our arms
 We tried, but there was nothing we could do
 Nothing we could do
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 All evidence has been buried
 All tapes have been erased
 But your footsteps give you away
 So you're backtracking
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 Ah, ah, ah, you fell into our arms
 You fell into our arms
 We tried, but there was nothing we could do
 Nothing we could do
 You fell into our-
 You fell into our-
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 We're rotten fruit, we're damaged goods
 What the hell? We've got nothing more to lose
 One gust and we will probably crumble
 We're backdrifters