Texty: Snow Patrol. Chased By... I Don't Know What.

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And I'll come running for my life
Scramble through these greasy pathways
I can't look up for fear of forwards
I hear your words reverberate

An easy ride is all you said I was

Please try to control your feelings
It doesn't make me want you more
I'm terrified by every vacant
Glance you shoot across my way