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My Morning Jacket They Ran

I gave it to her, and off into the night..... his arms were thin, and off into the night, they ran, oooo they ran, oooo they ran

I gave it to her, and off into the night..... his arms were thin, and off into the night, they ran, oooo they ran, oooo they ran

ran with a brat pack of loose bolts and high social maladjusties Sacred, numb, and boundless went to same proto called cookie Well, I was dummy to some when my tongue was cradled and my

Cadillac Coup de Ville. If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will. Well it was just sundown in a small white town. They call it Eastside

Cadillac Coup de Ville. If my tapes and my cds just don't sell, I bet my caddy will. Well it was just sundown in a small white town. They call it Eastside

I'm from the C [GREEN EYES] Now as I tight'n up my flags, my bhakis sag low Banged up for Inglewood, yeah 104 'bout to pull a jack in my bucket, nigga

Down along the railroad track I ran into my old friend Jack He was dressed in his Sunday best but his face was mad and his eyes was a daze He said `

heal my flaws hollin to the heavens hope he hear my calls Wana leave the game but I'm stuck and I'm trapped so I call on my nigga jack [Chorus:] Trying

goin'? ham? P my passenger, ? Remy? be stuntin' in the lamb', My nigga? Cooner? in the lamb' too, Up and down on Collins, bendin' corners like we bamboo, Stuntin' on my old hos they