Klingande - Pumped Up Lyrics
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Pumped Up
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What Are The Lyrics For Pumped Up By Klingande?
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet I know a story about a boy About a boy I used to know It's kind of funny, you'd never guess As he smokes a cigarette I used to lie I could've shown this kid the road Follow the lines Instead of doing this alone And he was singing 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 Faster than my bullet I saw his face from behind the door A look so pure, I could've sworn It's not so funny, it's just a mess Another cowboy in distress I used to lie I could've shown this kid the road Follow the lines Instead of doing this alone And he was singing 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 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, faster than my bullet |
What's The Duration Of The Pumped Up By Klingande?The duration of Pumped Up is 2:57 minutes and seconds. |
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