| Robert's got a quick hand
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| He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
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| He's got a rolled cigarette
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| Hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid
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| All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
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| You better run, better run, outrun my gun
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| All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
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| You better run, better run faster than my bullet
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| All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
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| You better run, better run, outrun my gun
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| All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
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| You better run, better run faster than my bullet
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| Daddy works a long day
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| He be coming home late, and he's coming home late
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| And he's bringing me a surprise
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| 'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
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| I've waited for a long time
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| Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger
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| I reason with my cigarette
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| And say, "Your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits," yeah
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| All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
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| You better run, better run, outrun my gun
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| All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
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| You better run, better run faster than my bullet
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| All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
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| You better run, better run, outrun my gun
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| All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
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| You better run, better run faster than my bullet |