| I’m gonna make my move
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| I’m gonna tell you what is what
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| And when I set that truth free
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| It’s gonna make a couple moves for me
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| It’s gonna run, run, run, run, run
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| Through your veins like a high school senior
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| Through the halls as one last bell tone reverberates
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| Off tiles and plates and smiles, so
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| I’m gonna make my move
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| I’ve got my cereal spoon and a new moon
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| Scratching at your heel
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| I’ll tunnel through eventually
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| Just wait and see
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| I’m gonna run, run, run, run, run
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| Through your veins like Joan of Arc
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| Into your heart with a mad hope
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| I lost a lot but I got you caught
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| I’m living in your lung, it’s my national park
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| I love you so damn much that my face is numb
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| I’m camping in your lung, it’s my national park
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| I love you so damn much that my whole world
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| Has been devoured by the dark |