Gallop ahead, blink of an eye
Thorough the breadwinners are fine
Leave 'em for dead, we got a mind to go
Get a buzz off a deity
Sober up in your clutch is a remedy
You-you won a badge on the radio
Pin it up, hear us in the mirror, go
We could be a gunfighter
We could be a gunfighter
Unlatching all the bailing wire
Eloise, lemme see your sweet face
Come face me
Chin up, we're young and in the dark
We saw him resurrect in a muscle car
There was an oracle
We heard there was a light show
Hotter than a June kiss
I'm blushing a shade of licorice
Croon with your night lungs
That old Cicada love song
Holy broken heart
A meaning-well American abattoir
You're around us, oh
Be around us
Someone close our eyes
Make it so that we can find you
In our imagination a magic eye
In the photo under
We look like a gunfighter
Modeled after Audrey
Maybe Annie O
And we can trick shoot bottles
And everyone aims slow
And everyone aims slow
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Someone close our eyes
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Holy broken heart
A meaning-well American abattoir
You're around us, oh
Be around us
Someone close our eyes
Make it so that we can find you
In our imagination a magic eye
In the photo under
We look like a gunfighter
Modeled after Audrey
Maybe Annie O
And we can trick shoot bottles
And everyone aims slow
In our imagination a magic eye
In the photo under
We look like a gunfighter
Modeled after Audrey
Maybe Annie O
And we can trick shoot bottles
And everyone aims slow
Ooh, c'mon, be a gunfighter, baby
And everyone aims slow