Pumped up Kicks (feat. Joy Corporation)

You better run, better run, outrun my gun
 All the other kids
 All the other kids
 All the other kids
 All the other kids, kids, kids, kids, kids...
 Faster than my bullet
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 Robert's got a quick hand
 He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
 He's got a rolled cigarette
 Hanging in his mouth, he's a cowboy kid
 Yeah, he found a six shooter gun
 In his dad's closet, hidden in a box of fun things
 I don't even know what
 But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you
 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
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 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
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 All the other kids with the...
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 Daddy works a long day
 He'll be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late
 He's bringing me a surprise
 'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
 I've waited for a long time
 Now, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
 Reason with the cigarette
 I say, "Your hair's on fire
 You must have lost your wits, yeah"
 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