Chased By...I Don't Know What
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
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