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Running away with my heart on my sleeve
You left her late night, it's only thirty one degrees
Your never, blazing compared to her heart
That's all I ever had, that's what she never got
And what I never got was her, yeah
And what I never got was her

My emotions are just running away with me
Pulling me to my toe
Taking me off my feet
Running, yeah I'm running
If I know I'll get to where you are
I should think about it
But this happens with my heart

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And I don't care, baby I'm all in there
Nothing I wouldn't do for you
'Cause the one thing in the world
That I should rub, baby it's you

I'm sold out on this love
It's the only thing I'm sure of
Don't hold out on your love
It's the only thing I'm sure of

But for everything else I'm clueless, stupid, foolish
For everything else I'm clueless, stupid, foolish
For everything else I'm clueless, stupid, foolish
For everything else
For everything else, but you

All of these thoughts teach us
Follow me to my sleep
Knocking me out my bed
Taking away my heap, oh yeah
Running yeah I'm running in circles
Tryin' to get to your heart
I didn't know it'd be this far
Farther than I've ever gone for you

And I don't care, baby I'm all in there
Nothing I wouldn't do for you
'Cause the one thing in the world
That I should rub, baby it's you

I'm sold out on this love
It's the only thing I'm sure of
Don't hold out on your love
It's the only thing I'm sure of

But for everything else I'm clueless, stupid, foolish
For everything else I'm clueless, stupid, foolish
For everything else I'm clueless, stupid, foolish
For everything else
For everything else, but you

Running away with my heart on my sleeve
You left her late night, it's only thirty one degrees
Your never, blazing compared to her heart
That's all I ever had, that's what she never got
And what I never got was her, yeah
And what I never got was her

Starts thinking for his self, oh yeah
Thinking for his self now when you're there
Riding in front of the picture in
The frame of myself middle of nowhere
He's thinking for his self, oh yeah
Thinking for his self now when you're there
Riding in front of the picture in
The frame of myself middle of nowhere

Ush, get up man
Ush
Listen, yeah, oh God

Writer(s): Marcos Enrique Palacios, Dewain Nevins Whitmore, James Smith, Leon D Youngblood, Ernest Clark

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