Scissor Sisters - Running Out Lyrics
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Running Out
Running Out Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Running Out By Scissor Sisters?
One two three four give me more
Cause I think we're going down What you need it for? Pass the wealth around We're going right back to the borderline Now you just save yourself I'm on my own No use to no one else Cause I, every time I think I'm fine You keep on dreaming up A hundred different ways To cause hysteria Am I insane, am I blind? I just can't seem to trust Too many regulations Coming back at ya We're running out Of money Of love Of luck We're running out Of language Of fame Of bread We're running out Something tells me that I'm fine But when I get enough Another one wouldn't be too much And still I chew it up and spit it out It's too big to swallow Got enough for everyone So here we go Oh, let's see how far that we can run Before this gig is over I hear the warning sign On everybody's stereo Do you love, what do you like What would you do for more? You kept on dancing underneath the Burning floor We're running out Of money Of each other Of confidence We're running out Of drugs Of patience Of air We're running out We're running out Of money Of love Of luck We're running out Of language Of fame Of bread We're running out We're running out Of money Of each other Of confidence We're running out Of drugs Of patience Of air We're running out |
Who Wrote Running Out By Scissor Sisters?
Jason Sellards, Santi White, Scott Hoffman
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What's The Duration Of The Running Out By Scissor Sisters?The duration of Running Out is 3:08 minutes and seconds. |
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