| Hands are raised, your tongue is mean
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| And it talks down my self esteem
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| Mother sent cards with prayers and pleas
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| But you’re my god you’re everything
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| Take me at my best
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| But you through me at my worst
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| Don’t turn around
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| Feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
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| Feel it calling like a northern wind, whispering
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| 'Who you are isn’t what you’ve been
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| Don’t turn around
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| Feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
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| Feel it calling like a northern wind, whispering
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| 'Who you are isn’t what you’ve been
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| Chased the light you’re dimming down
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| Oh, hint me now
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| Just make a sound
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| Dearest, you’re confusing me
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| You’re the haze of a lover that I swore to need
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| Taking my breath
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| Breaking my chest
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| Don’t turn around
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| Feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
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| Feel it calling like a northern wind, whispering
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| 'Who you are isn’t what you’ve been
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| Don’t turn around
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| Feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
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| Feel it calling like a northern wind, whispering
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| 'Who you are isn’t what you’ve been
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| Oh
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| Dearest you’re confusing me
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| You’re the haze of a lover that I swore to need
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| Oh oh
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| Don’t turn around
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| Feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
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| Feel it calling like a northern wind, whispering
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| 'Who you are isn’t what you’ve been
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| Don’t turn around
|
| Feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
|
| Feel it calling like a northern wind, whispering
|
| 'Who you are isn’t what you’ve been
|
| Don’t turn around
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| Feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
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| Feel it calling like a northern wind, whispering
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| 'Who you are isn’t what you’ve been
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| Don’t turn around
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| Feel it nipping at the backs of your heels
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| Feel it calling like a northern wind |