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Thrills The Don T Steal Our Sun

) Don't steal our sun Don't steal our sun (You're just killin' fun) You almost getting us down Don't steal our sun (Don't steal our sun) You're just

'd love to talk but don't we know That don't ring true We'll pay you handsomely (But you see) Dont steal our sun Dont steal our sun(You're just killin

to where the brush thickens And it ain't exactly plush pickings I'd rather take the time to burn every last bridge I've ever crossed beneath the sun

the sun. To hurt a soul you don't need a gun. Feeling the rush, tasting the thrill. Looking for an emotion that's harder to kill. Don't need