33
Baby was a runner back on Swiss TV
Rolled like the river ran in front of me
Burned a little bright on the jubilee
Took me upstairs and definitely
She said baby won't you tell me your story
Tell me another sweet lie
This star has already been burned
For a minute there, I was all alone
Starlight is easily returned
To the middle of all I've ever known
For a minute there I was all alone
Put the gun down, punch the telephone
Party's over man, now your cover's blown
Molly pushes harder than the iron sea
Caitlin has a little place inside of me
Burned a little bright on the jubilee
Now she's falling hard for your 33
She said baby won't you give it up for me
We could have a little more time
This star has already been burned
For a minute there, I was all alone
Starlight is easily returned
To the middle of all I've ever known
For a minute there I was all alone
Put the gun down, punch the telephone
Party's over man, now your cover's blown
You're swimming in the red sun
This place is fucking with your head, son
These days you're looking kinda dead, son
This time she's putting you to bed, son
Rolled like the river ran in front of me
Burned a little bright on the jubilee
Took me upstairs and definitely
She said baby won't you tell me your story
Tell me another sweet lie
This star has already been burned
For a minute there, I was all alone
Starlight is easily returned
To the middle of all I've ever known
For a minute there I was all alone
Put the gun down, punch the telephone
Party's over man, now your cover's blown
Molly pushes harder than the iron sea
Caitlin has a little place inside of me
Burned a little bright on the jubilee
Now she's falling hard for your 33
She said baby won't you give it up for me
We could have a little more time
This star has already been burned
For a minute there, I was all alone
Starlight is easily returned
To the middle of all I've ever known
For a minute there I was all alone
Put the gun down, punch the telephone
Party's over man, now your cover's blown
You're swimming in the red sun
This place is fucking with your head, son
These days you're looking kinda dead, son
This time she's putting you to bed, son
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Writer(s): David Mark Champion, Michael James Champion
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