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Lyrics to Pumped Up Kicks

Robert's got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room,  
He wont tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette.
Hanging out his mouth,  
He's a cowboy kid.

Yeah!  He found a six-shooter gun.
In his dad's closet, hidden with the box of fun things,
I don't even know what.
But he's coming for you, yeah! 
He's coming for you!

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.  
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.  
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

Daddy works a long day.
He be coming home late, and he's coming home late.
And he's bringing me a surprise.
'cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice

I've waited for a long time.  
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger.
I reason with my cigarette,
Then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah?"

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,  
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.  
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,  
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.  
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

(Run, Run, Run, Run. Run, Run.  
R-Run, Run, Run.
R-Run. 
R-Run, Run, Run.
R-Run.  
Run,  Run.  
Run, Run.
Run, Run, Run.)

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.  
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,  
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,  
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.  
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,  
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet.
.....................................................................................................
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, outrun my gun.  
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks,
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
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Lyrics Helena Beat

Sometimes life it takes you by the hand.
It puts you down before you know it
It's gone and you're dead again.
I've been in places and I won't pretend
That I make it I just follow my head.
When its strange to take a walk downstairs
Sweep u all up on a corner and pay for my bread.
You know that I cannot believe my own truth
To show what a truth, got nothin' to lose.

Yeah yeah and it's okay.
I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way.
Yeah yeah and I'm alright.
I took a sip of something poison but I'll hold on tight.

You know those days when u wanted to choose
To not get out of bed and get lost in your head again.
You play the game but you gotta cut
Cuz' you're comin' down hard your joints are off stud.
I tried to say that's not the only way
I never knew if I could convince myself to change.
You were pacing I was insecure.
Slip and fall I got the call of the prison I was livin' in.

Yeah yeah and it's okay.
I tie my hands up to a chair so I don't fall that way.
Yeah yeah and I'm alright.
I took a sip of something poison but I'll hold on tight