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
the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger
i reason with my cigarette,
and say your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits
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