Sugarland - We Run Lyrics

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We Run

We Run Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For We Run By Sugarland?
Snake oil and roses, pockets of dirt
Hands of a fortune teller's son Young love shaking the earth, like a heart shot out of a gun Lips like gravity pull me under, reckless weather on his breath Smells like rain, it hits like thunder A storm is coming, I got nothing left So we run, yeah yeah yeah, we run Come undone like a string on a sweater, that you pull but you know better But doing what you shouldn'ts half the fun So we run Fire and laughter, fence posts flying Feel the fever in the air Can't remember what came before him, and what comes after I don't care Hands are tremblin', I swore I wouldn't One more look and I'll give in Hundred reasons why I shouldn't But I lost my heart and wanted him to win So we run, yeah yeah yeah, we run Come undone like a string on a sweater, old enough and should know better But doin' what you shouldn'ts half the fun So we fun I hear the lever on his voice, it's a calling not a choice And I can't keep myself from following the sound Yeah you may never know, how fast that you can go Till someone lifts your feet up off the ground So we run, yeah yeah yeah, we run Come undone, yeah yeah yeah, undone So we run, yeah yeah yeah, we run So we run, yeah yeah yeah, we run Yea |
Who Wrote We Run By Sugarland?
Jennifer Nettles, Kristian Bush, Scooter Carusoe
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What's The Duration Of The We Run By Sugarland?The duration of We Run is 3:56 minutes and seconds. |
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