We Run

sugarland--we run

snake oil and roses.

pockets of dirt.

hands of a fortune teller's son

young love shaking the earth,

like a heart shot out of a gun.

lips like gravity pull me under.

wreckless weather on his breath.

smells like rain, it hits like thunder.

a storm is coming,

i got nothing left.

so we run... yeah yeah yeah, we run.

come undone like a string on a sweater,

that you pull but you know better,

but doing what you shouldn'ts half the fun.

so we run.

fire and laughter.

fence posts flying.

feel the fever in the air.

can't remember what came before him,

and what after i don't care.

hands are tremblin'.

i swore i wouldn't.

one more look and i'll give in.

hundred reasons why i shouldn't.

but i lost my heart and wanted him to win.

so we run... yeah yeah yeah, we run.

come undone like a string on a sweater,

old enough and should know better

but doin' what you shouldn'ts half the fun.

so we fun.

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i hear the lever on his voice.

it's a calling not a choice,

and i can't keep myself from following the sound.

yeah you may never know,

how fast that you can go,

till someone lifts your feet up off the ground.

so we run... yeah yeah yeah, we run.

come undone... yeah yeah yeah, undone.

so we run... yeah yeah yeah, we run.

so we run... yeah yeah yeah, we run.

yeah.

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