| I can’t help the way my heart rate rises when you’re on the run again
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| My mouth poised in the snarl of a beast a shaky smile crooked nose and yellow
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| teeth
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| Can you count the endless months and weeks that you’ve been praying for my
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| grips release?
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| And I’ll always be watching you
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| As the chill air encompasses I’ve got my eye on you
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| Deep within this frozen waste in the silence and solitude of this place
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| The scent of your fear gives you away there will never be an escape
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| Running but you’ll never find a place where you can finally hide
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| I’m the foot on your heel that drives you stumbling and smiling into another
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| white wall
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| You say you hate me but you always crawl back into my arms
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| Looking for warmth in my frigid embrace
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| In this story which one of us is the predator?
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| You’ve got a long way to go through endless fields of snow before you’ll ever
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| find home
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| Don’t look back on your tracks they’ll only lead you to nowhere again
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| You are snow-blind
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| This winter drives you straight into my reach
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| Far beyond the northern lights where dormant creatures wait to rise
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| Blackened fingertips scream mercy burrowing frantically through snowy deep
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| Running but we both can see that you’re never going to get away from me
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| Dancing to the rushing of your pulse the sky sheds light on this grim assault
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| You can’t help the way my soft gaze cuts you to the very core again
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| Don’t look back on your tracks they’ll only lead you to nowhere again
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| You are snow-blind
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| Is the ice cracking under the weight of your regret?
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| Underneath the mask of normality I creep
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| Deep within the evergreens where no-one will ever hear you scream
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| There is no hope there are no dreams blood pours out your face in a pitiful
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| stream
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| Running but we both have found that you’re always going to come back around
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| I’m the hand that leads the blind into the wild to be ravaged by the wolves |