| Murder heart, creep show
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| Same old thing on the radio
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| Who’s that coming 'round
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| Suffering popularity breakdown
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| I think it’s funny that
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| That I got stopped when I’m walking the streets
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| Walking down streets, walking down paths
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| With the kids in the back way I said
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| If you can’t dance to this it doesn’t matter
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| If you can’t dance to this it doesn’t matter
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| I was running around with my head in the sand
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| Looking for pupil in a new fan
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| She told me before, baby do your own dance
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| Stay off the highway
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| That doesn’t mean you were born to run
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| Either we’re vain or we’re broken hearted
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| We don’t believe in a heaven above
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| That’s why we’re back to the place that we started
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| That doesn’t mean you were born to run
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| Either we’re vain or we’re broken hearted
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| As sure as the stars in the skies above
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| We’re going back to the place that we started
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| We fell from sky and universe
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| When we fell in love with the sound
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| Of the birds and all the ocean likes
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| And the gravity pulling us down
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| Time won’t let you go
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| There are some things you’ll never know
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| I’m hoping that she walks through the door
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| I’m in Love
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| If the sky would fall
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| Will it take that to bring us together?
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| Do we have to start all over again?
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| That doesn’t mean you were born to run
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| Either we’re vain or we’re broken hearted
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| We don’t believe in a heaven above
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| That’s why we’re back to the place that we started
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| Born to run until we fell in love
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| Born to run until we fell
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| Born to run until we fell in love
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| Born to run until we fell…
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| Murder heart, creep show
|
| Same old thing on the radio
|
| Who’s that coming 'round?
|
| Suffering popularity breakdown
|
| I think it’s funny that
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| That I got harassed when I’m walking the streets
|
| Walking down streets, walking down paths
|
| With the kids in the back way I said
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| If you can’t dance to this it doesn’t matter
|
| If you can’t dance to this it doesn’t matter
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| I was running around with my head in the sand
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| Looking for a pupil in a new fan
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| Told me before, baby do your own dance
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| Stay off the highway |