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Ser ni vad den handlar om...?

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. Wreckless weather on his breath.
Smells like rain, it hits like thunder.
A storm is coming, I got nothing left.

Fire and laughter. Fence posts flying.
Feel the fever in the air.
Can't remember what came before him, and what 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.

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.