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Runner Ups
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INTERPRÉTATION
Kurt Vile
Kurt Vile
Guitare
Adam Granduciel
Adam Granduciel
Guitare
Jesse Turbo
Jesse Turbo
Basse
John Agnello
John Agnello
Percussion
Mike Zanghi
Mike Zanghi
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kurt Vile
Kurt Vile
Paroles/Composition

Paroles

One, two, three, four Hey old man, how many times we gotta tell ya? We don't want none, but where you been so long? Hey girl, come on over, that'll be just fine If it ain't working, take a whiz on the world An entire nation drinking from a dirty cup My best friend's long gone, but I got runner ups, yeah When I'm walking, my head is practically dragging Yeah, and all I ever see is just a whole lot of dirt My whole life's been one long running gag Two packs of red apples for the long ride home Well, you know, baby Sick of walking, so you took a wrong-way train Then you sat down and couldn't get up My best friend's long gone, but I got runner ups, yeah My best friend's long gone, but I got runner ups I don't know if it's real, but it's how I feel Don't know if you really came, but I feel dumb in asking You should've been an actress, you're so domineering Take two white gold earrings for your troubles, ma'am When it's looking dark, punch the future in the face Instead of standing, I'm running around The sharpest tool in school don't even know what's up My best friend's long gone, but I got runner ups, yeah
Writer(s): Kurt Samuel Vile Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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