Verse 1

I got a badge, but it’s heavy like a loaded gun,

We crossed the line so long ago it’s starting to feel undone.

He said, “Trust me, kid, the truth don’t keep the streets alive,”

So I learned to forge the stories just to keep our names in light.

Midnight deals in the alleys where the cameras die,

We were kings of the quiet—no rules, no alibis.

But every crime we buried still whispers in my ear,

And the sirens in my head are getting harder to outhear.

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Pre-Chorus

We move like shadows in a world that never sleeps,

But every step we take just pulls us six feet deep.

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Chorus (Pop/EDM — bittersweet, pulsing)

So we run the red, run the red,

Chasing every heartbeat like we’re born to break instead.

Yeah, we burn too bright in the dead of night,

Dancing with the danger ’cause it feels like neon light.

Oh, we run the red, run the red,

Every wrong we’re doing feels like freedom in my head.

I know we’re falling fast, but I still want it—

So we run the red, run the red.

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Verse 2

He keeps a list of the favors that the city owes,

And every name on it’s a secret only he and I will know.

We got blood on the ledger where the ink should be,

And the ghosts of every lie keep trying to question me.

But I’m loyal to the fault line, standing right beside his fire,

Even when the truth is choking out what’s left of my desire.

Every time he smiles, it’s another rule we bend—

And every time I follow, it’s another we defend.

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Bridge

Maybe someday I’ll confess the things I never said,

Maybe someday I’ll walk away and let the past stay dead.

But tonight the city’s beating like a pulse beneath my feet,

And he’s already in the car—

And I’m climbing in the seat.

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Final Chorus

So we run the red, run the red,

Chasing every heartbeat like we’re born to break instead.

Yeah, we burn too bright in the dead of night,

Dancing with the danger ’cause it feels like neon light.

Oh, we run the red, run the red,

Every wrong we’re doing feels like freedom in my head.

We know we’re crashing soon, but we still want it—

So we run the red, run the red.