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Paloma Penniman
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Mo Hausler
Mo Hausler
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Teenage dreams in a teenage circus Running around like a clown on purpose Who gives a damn about the family you come from No giving up when you're young and you want some Running around again (Running around again) Running from running Running around again (Running around again) Running from running Waking up in the midday sun What's to live for when you could see what I've done? Stayin' out of motion in the light of day I was hiding from the things that you'd say We are not what you think we are We are golden, we are golden We are not what you think we are We are golden, we are golden Teenage dreams in a teenage circus Running around like a clown on purpose Who gives a damn about the family you come from No giving up when you're young and you want some Running around again (Running around again) Running from running Running around again (Running around again) Running from running I was a boy at an open door, why are you staring? Do you still think that you know? Looking for treasure in the things that you threw Like a magpie, I live for glitter not you We are not what you think we are We are golden, we are golden We are not what you think we are We are golden, we are golden Teenage dreams in a teenage circus Running around like a clown on purpose Who gives a damn about the family you come from No giving up when you're young and you want some Now I'm sitting alone and I'm looking around Left here on my own, I'm gonna hurt myself Maybe losing my mind, I'm still wondering why I had to let the world, let it bleed me dry We are not what you think we are, we are We are not what you think we are, we are We are not what you think we are We are golden, we are golden Teenage dreams in a teenage circus Running around like a clown on purpose Who gives a damn about the family you come from No giving up when you're young and you want some Running around again (Running around again) Running from running Running around again (Running around again) Running from running We are not what you think we are We are golden, we are golden We are not what you think we are We are golden, we are go... We are not what you think we are We are golden, we are golden
Writer(s): Michael Holbrook Penniman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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