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Girl who shreds the stars in August Trading taxis like radio stations Fire in her eyes, sharp like diamonds Who knew she’d be the sellout? Just roll the dice Boy who marches to the drummer’s beat Holds the truth upon his knees Breath all he has, death all he needs Who knew he’d be the sellout? Just roll the dice We'll die another day Running all the way.
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Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 9:40 PM UTC
Running All the Way
Girl who shreds the stars in August Trading taxis like radio stations Fire in her eyes, sharp like diamonds Who knew she’d be the sellout? Just roll the dice Boy who marches to the drummer’s beat Holds the truth upon his knees Breath all he has, death all he needs Who knew he’d be the sellout? Just roll the dice We'll die another day Running all the way.
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Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 9:40 PM UTC
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