Fever

I wanna run, wanna run away
You've got a fever and it's coming my way
(What's a boy) What's a boy to do
When he wants to see a model and he's looking at you
You've got a tattoo on your heart
And the hate you give to everyone is tearing apart
The seams (of your dreams) and the look in your eye
Are you telling me you're living to die

You're so damn hard to please
Get on the ground down on your knees and
You follow everybody and you spread the disease

You've got a white line fever
Running through those veins
And there's so many things I'm wishing I could say
I've got a white line fever
Running through my veins
I'm out of line
I'm out of time your fever

You live your whole life with your heart on your sleeve
And you never (no you never)
Never wanted to bleed
Take it or leave it you're running a wreck
And you're gonna take them with you
Don't you ever forget

You're so damn hard to please
Get on the ground down on your knees and
You follow everybody and you spread the disease

You've got a white line fever
Running through those veins
And there's so many things I'm wishing I could say
I've got a white line fever
Running through my veins
And I'm out of line
I'm out of time your fever

You've got a white line fever
Running through those veins
And there's so many things I'm wishing I could say
I've got a white line fever
Running through my veins
And I'm out of line
I'm out of time your fever



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Auerbach, Patrick Carney, Brian Burton
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