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Jemma Healey-Lane - Macramé Lyrics



Jemma Healey-Lane - Macramé Lyrics




[ Featuring Olivier Bibeau ]

Hands slipping through my thoughts
And now your eyes
Are catching me off-guard
Just breathe
Ignore the feeling underneath

Oh, you got me
Where you think you want me
Oh, you got me
Baby, but you don t see
Don t see
Don t see
What you re slowly doing
To me
To me

Knots in my
Hair
Hands
Stomach
Heart
I find it hard to speak

You took my
Breath
Words
Morals
Made my tongue like macramé

And I m trying, trying
To tell you how I feel
Slowly dying, dying
Getting harder to conceal

Knots in my
Hair
Hands
Stomach
Heart
I find it hard to speak

You took my
Breath
Words
Morals
Made my tongue like macramé

And I m trying, trying
To tell you how I feel
Slowly dying, dying
Getting harder to conceal

Shh
Don t speak
Don t speak
Shh
Go be a good girl now
Shh
Don t speak
Don t speak
Just push those feelings down

Daydreaming when I shouldn t be
Caught in my mind
Rewind, press play, repeat

Just breathe
Ignore the feeling underneath

Oh, you got me
Where you think you want me
Oh, you got me
Baby, but you don t see
Don t see
Don t see
What you re slowly doing
To me
To me

Knots in my
Hair
Hands
Stomach
Heart
I find it hard to speak

You took my
Breath
Words
Morals
Made my tongue like macramé

And I m trying, trying
To tell you how I feel
Slowly dying, dying
Getting harder to conceal

Knots in my
Hair
Hands
Stomach
Heart
I find it hard to speak
You took my
Breath
Words
Morals
Made my tongue like macramé

And I m trying, trying
To tell you how I feel
Slowly dying, dying
Getting harder to conceal

Shh
Don t speak
Don t speak
Shh
Go be a good girl now
Shh
Don t speak
Don t speak
Just push those feelings down
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Hands slipping through my thoughts
And now your eyes
Are catching me off-guard
Just breathe
Ignore the feeling underneath

Oh, you got me
Where you think you want me
Oh, you got me
Baby, but you don t see
Don t see
Don t see
What you re slowly doing
To me
To me

Knots in my
Hair
Hands
Stomach
Heart
I find it hard to speak

You took my
Breath
Words
Morals
Made my tongue like macramé

And I m trying, trying
To tell you how I feel
Slowly dying, dying
Getting harder to conceal

Knots in my
Hair
Hands
Stomach
Heart
I find it hard to speak

You took my
Breath
Words
Morals
Made my tongue like macramé

And I m trying, trying
To tell you how I feel
Slowly dying, dying
Getting harder to conceal

Shh
Don t speak
Don t speak
Shh
Go be a good girl now
Shh
Don t speak
Don t speak
Just push those feelings down

Daydreaming when I shouldn t be
Caught in my mind
Rewind, press play, repeat

Just breathe
Ignore the feeling underneath

Oh, you got me
Where you think you want me
Oh, you got me
Baby, but you don t see
Don t see
Don t see
What you re slowly doing
To me
To me

Knots in my
Hair
Hands
Stomach
Heart
I find it hard to speak

You took my
Breath
Words
Morals
Made my tongue like macramé

And I m trying, trying
To tell you how I feel
Slowly dying, dying
Getting harder to conceal

Knots in my
Hair
Hands
Stomach
Heart
I find it hard to speak
You took my
Breath
Words
Morals
Made my tongue like macramé

And I m trying, trying
To tell you how I feel
Slowly dying, dying
Getting harder to conceal

Shh
Don t speak
Don t speak
Shh
Go be a good girl now
Shh
Don t speak
Don t speak
Just push those feelings down
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Writer: JEMMA LOUISE HEALEY-LANE, OLIVIER BIBEAU
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




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