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Robert's got a quick hand He'll look around the room, he won't 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 in a 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, run, run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, run, run, faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, run, run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, run, run, faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day, he be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise 'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed on 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 And say your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, run, run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, run, run, faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, run, run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, run, run, faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, run, run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, run, run, faster than my bullet All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, run, run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, run, run, faster than my bullet All the other kids (kids, kids-) All the other kids (kids, kids-)
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