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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[x25]
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Nah Nah Nah Nah
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We Run
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| Sugarland |
