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(Verse)
Donât dance there, thatâs my husbandâs spot
He danced upon that spot three hundred hours ago.
And made a tower for the funeral fire
Until Iâm gonna say you cut two away,
Run, run, run away.
Iâd better run into the woods behind the wooding hall,
And drink whiskey just two away,
Run, run, run away.
(Chorus)
Beautiful burning desire, shall we turn the tools.
(Bridge)
Youâre gonna run away,
Youâre gonna run away,
Youâre gonna run away,
Youâre gonna run awayâ¦
Donât you run away,
Donât you run away,
Youâre gonna run away,
Donât you run away,
Youâre gonna run away,
Youâre gonna run awayâ¦
I donât feel so well,
I donât feel so well,
I donât feel so well,
I donât feel so well.
- Album:
- Blues Trip
- Fuck Death
- Skin of Evil