Two steps off, four steps back;
I still can’t make my way beyond the fog
A few steps off, a couple steps back;
it’s a cliff walk, a leap of faith jump
Moving forward, double back;
your love has been like a Magic 8 ball
Sliding forward, slipping back;
online foot print has a magnetic push
Two steps your way, one step mine;
Houdini doesn’t hold a candle to you
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