| Snake oil and roses. |
| Pockets of dirt.
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| Hands of a fortune teller’s son
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| Young love shaking the earth, like a heart shot out of a gun.
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| Lips like gravity pull me under. |
| Wreckless weather on his breath.
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| Smells like rain, it hits like thunder.
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| A storm is coming, I got nothing left.
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| So we run… Yeah Yeah Yeah, we run.
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| Come undone like a string on a sweater, that you pull but you know better,
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| But doing what you shouldn’ts half the fun.
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| So we run.
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| Fire and laughter. |
| Fence posts flying.
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| Feel the fever in the air.
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| Can’t remember what came before him, and what after I don’t care.
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| Hands are tremblin'. |
| I Swore I wouldn’t.
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| One more look and I’ll give in.
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| Hundred reasons why I shouldn’t.
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| But I lost my heart and wanted him to win.
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| So we run… Yeah Yeah Yeah, we run.
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| Come undone like a string on a sweater, old enough and should know better
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| But doin’what you shouldn’ts half the fun.
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| So we fun.
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| Nah Nah Nah Nah
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| Nah Nah Nah Nah
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| Nah Nah Nah Nah
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| I hear the lever on his voice. |
| It’s a calling not a choice,
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| And I can’t keep myself from following the sound.
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| Yeah you may never know, how fast that you can go,
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| Till someone lifts your feet up off the ground.
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| So we run… Yeah Yeah Yeah, we run.
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| Come undone… Yeah Yeah Yeah, undone.
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| So we run… Yeah Yeah Yeah, we run.
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| So we run… Yeah Yeah Yeah, we run.
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| Yeah.
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| Nah Nah Nah Nah |