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On the Run [Acoustic]
by Adam Wendler
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Let’s pour a couple drinks
Just enough to stop us thinking
These boys go out looking
For a fight
Have a couple smokes
A couple whiskeys
Couple tokes
Off into another
Friday night
‘Cause I’ve been
Feeling lonely in this weather
And you’ve been
Stuck like this forever
So pour a couple drinks
Just enough to stop us thinking
We won’t ever leave this place
Behind
Slaves and pagens
Loaded guns
Swollen knuckles
Bastard sons
Pop a couple pills
Spend your dollars on your thrills
Everybody has some
Kind of vice
You wanna take a chance
You find love in cheap romances
All the pretty things
That money buys
‘Cause I’ve been
Looking up ahead at nothing
And you’ve been
Giving in to all your problems
So pour a couple drinks
Just enough to stop us thinking
We won’t ever leave this place
Behind
Slaves and pagens
Loaded guns
Swollen knuckles
Bastard sons
If I could
Take back
What I’ve done
I don’t know
What I’d become
We’re on the run
Slaves and pagens
Loaded guns
Swollen knuckles
Bastard sons
If I could
Take back
What I’ve done
I don’t know
What I’d become
Let’s pour a couple drinks
Just enough to stop us thinking
These boys go out looking
For a fight
Have a couple smokes
A couple whiskeys
Couple tokes
Off into another
Friday night
‘Cause I’ve been
Feeling lonely in this weather
And you’ve been
Stuck like this forever
So pour a couple drinks
Just enough to stop us thinking
We won’t ever leave this place
Behind
Slaves and pagens
Loaded guns
Swollen knuckles
Bastard sons
Pop a couple pills
Spend your dollars on your thrills
Everybody has some
Kind of vice
You wanna take a chance
You find love in cheap romances
All the pretty things
That money buys
‘Cause I’ve been
Looking up ahead at nothing
And you’ve been
Giving in to all your problems
So pour a couple drinks
Just enough to stop us thinking
We won’t ever leave this place
Behind
Slaves and pagens
Loaded guns
Swollen knuckles
Bastard sons
If I could
Take back
What I’ve done
I don’t know
What I’d become
We’re on the run
Slaves and pagens
Loaded guns
Swollen knuckles
Bastard sons
If I could
Take back
What I’ve done
I don’t know
What I’d become
