Bear Hands - Marathon Man Lyrics

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Marathon Man

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What Are The Lyrics For Marathon Man By Bear Hands?
Sick of the static, I'm sick of your lies
Think you're the baddest bitch, think twice After escape and your grasp, I'm coming back to life Running away, running low on time Counting the eggs in my basket Terrible tasting and I still believe in magic Nothing ever happens Mo more new X's on the calendar I run all I can Marathon man Heading for disaster Oh, it's a miracle I lasted All I am, who I am Marathon man Drinking you in, spitting out the seeds Asking nice, waiting patiently As the clock ticks down I feast despite the famine Am I a hawk, are you a dove Cold consensual bloodlust Master masking your love It's hard to gauge your reaction But I can imagine it But I can imagine it Nothing ever happens No more new X's on the calendar I run all I can Marathon man Heading for disaster Oh, its a miracle I lasted All I am, who I am Marathon man Who's trading places Who's playing both sides Old friends again I'm staying alive Like pulling teeth Like telling a lie Like young and reckless Like certain deathwish, murder, suicide Nothing ever happens No more new X's on the calendar I run all I can Marathon man Heading for disaster Oh, it's a miracle I lasted All I am, who I am Marathon man |
Who Wrote Marathon Man By Bear Hands?
Thomas Orscher, Ted Feldman, Dylan Rau, Val Loper
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What's The Duration Of The Marathon Man By Bear Hands?The duration of Marathon Man is 4:12 minutes and seconds. |
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