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She's got you on the run Now who's the smoke and gun Boy, look at what you've done Stop staring at the sun She's got you on the run Now who's the smoke and gun Boy, look at what you've done Stop staring at the sun The sun, stop staring at the sun The sun, the sun Stop staring at, staring at the sun Ohh, you better keep your head down low Whoa You got me staring at you I wanna do what you do I wanna go where you go I wanna fly where you flew I wanna know what you know I wanna know your name You're the fortune You're the fame You're the fire You're the flame I'm a fish in a barrel, you got the shotgun Been so cool, I want the hot sun To beat down on me, the heat's all on me I hear "woo woo", but uh, can't run The reason I want that fancy car The only reason that I'm at the bar The reason that I hear a song that I hate And all of a sudden I'm dancing hard She's got you on the run Now who's the smoke and gun Boy, look at what you've done Stop staring at the sun She's got you on the run Now who's the smoke and gun Boy, look at what you've done Stop staring at the sun The sun, stop staring at the sun The sun, the sun Stop staring at, staring at the sun Ohh, you better keep your head down low Whoa You're everything that I want You're everything that I see I like the way that you shine I want you shining with me But every time I get close You keep on burning my wings But it doesn't mean a thing You're my pleasure, you're my pain And I keep on looking even though it burns And my whole world revolves around her She goes off like a revolver She got me wrapped around her trigger finger Shot to the heart and it's her to blame Those shots at the bar, you forget the name Forget the fire, forget the flames But I keep on sayin' one thing You want the house on the hills You ain't got time for the bills You got the girl of your dreams You think she's finer then real, so no She's too hot, could you see her in your future She's got a man and you're a damn common future Your dumb mind ain't see it like you used to Life is what you choose, but guess it's what you're used to Oh oh, you better keep your head down low Whoa She's got you on the run Now who's the smoke and gun Boy, look at what you've done Stop staring at the sun She's got you on the run Now who's the smoke and gun Boy, look at what you've done Stop staring at the sun The sun, stop staring at the sun The sun, the sun Stop staring at, staring at the sun Ohh, you better keep your head down low Whoa |