| Now it looks to me like the same old place
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| In the sky it looks like rain
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| The same old town with the same old streets
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| My address has not changed
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| You can find me there with the door shut tight
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| And the one wish that remains
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| Baby step back, baby step back
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| Either step up or step back
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| Now you know I don’t write no bad checks
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| I have no wish to repent
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| I’ve seen a few but whatever I do
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| I don’t cause no accidents
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| Whiskey and wine help me pass the time
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| I don’t leave no evidence
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| Baby step back, baby step back
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| Either step up or step back
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| Baby step back, baby step back
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| Either step up or step back
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| Still I don’t kneel down I was born to fight
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| So you best leave me alone
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| Maybe I’ll get much more than I need
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| Or much less than I should own
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| Last of all let me say it again
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| Either step up or step on
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| Baby step back, baby step back
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| Either step up or step back
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| Baby walk back, baby walk back
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| Either walk on or walk back
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| Baby step back, baby step back
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| Either step up or step back
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| Baby walk back, baby walk back
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| Either walk on or walk back
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| Baby step back, baby step back
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| Either step up or step back |