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Pumped Up Kicks' (Live) 
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de Foster The People
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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 out his mouth he's a kid
Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun
In his closet hidden with a box of fun things
I don't even know what
But he's for you
Yeah he's coming for you…
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, run, than my bullet
All the kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, than my bullet
Daddy a long day
He'll be coming late
Yeah, he's coming home late
And 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
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say your hair's on fire
You lost your wits, yeah
All the other kids with the up kicks
You'd better run, better run, my gun
All the other with the pumped up kicks
You'd run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, my gun
All the other kids with the up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Yeah
(Run run run run…)
All the other with the up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
…
Faster than my bullet
All the other kids the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the up kicks
You'd run, better run, faster than my bullet
Yeah
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out his mouth he's a kid
Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun
In his closet hidden with a box of fun things
I don't even know what
But he's for you
Yeah he's coming for you…
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, run, than my bullet
All the kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, than my bullet
Daddy a long day
He'll be coming late
Yeah, he's coming home late
And 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
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say your hair's on fire
You lost your wits, yeah
All the other kids with the up kicks
You'd better run, better run, my gun
All the other with the pumped up kicks
You'd run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, my gun
All the other kids with the up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Yeah
(Run run run run…)
All the other with the up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
…
Faster than my bullet
All the other kids the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the up kicks
You'd run, better run, faster than my bullet
Yeah
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