| I can be quiet
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| Keep things to myself
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| Stumbled on words, sometimes they hurt
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| But I won’t tell anyone else
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| I can be cold
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| A little matter of fact
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| But she knows I’m here, inside this fear
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| Constantly calling me back
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| Like a ghost, she’s there to remind me
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| Like a song, I know she’ll always find me
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| Forever she’ll rise, that look in her eyes
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| 'Cause she knows
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| Who it is that I was, who I wanted to be
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| Who it is that I am and I’m not
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| May she always be the haunting of me
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| When the panic attacks
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| Terrorises and tears
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| She keeps me calm, the eye of the storm
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| Restores me to shores and repairs
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| Like a ghost, she’s there to remind me
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| Like a song, I know she’ll always find me
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| Forever she’ll rise, that look in her eyes
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| 'Cause she knows, 'cause she knows, 'cause she knows
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| Who it is that I was, who I wanted to be
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| Who it is that I am and I’m not
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| May she always be the haunting of me
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| I hope I hold her the way that I’m held
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| And I hope I caught her every time that she fell
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| And I hope I’m strong when she needs me to be
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| And I hope I haunt her the way she haunts me
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| Like a ghost, she’s there to remind me
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| Like a song, I know she’ll always find me
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| Forever she’ll rise, that look in her eyes
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| 'Cause she knows, 'cause she knows, 'cause she knows
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| Who it is that I was, who I wanted to be
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| Who it is that I am and I’m not
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| May she always be the haunting of me
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| The haunting of me
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| May she always be the haunting of me
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| The haunting of me |