The Van Jets

Run 'n' hide

The Van Jets


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I saw their shades I felt their touch
Present in the corners of enchanted minds
Bang bang bang hearts on fire
Shaking off the shackles of modern desire
They sold their soul for tomorrow’s fame
Walking out of it with a dead poet’s name I want to get out
A life out loud
Appetite for everything in black and white
And sell my soul for tomorrow’s fame
Walking out of it with a dead poet’s name
Run run run
Run and hide
Run run run
Run and hide
Guess you’re going to love me from the day I die
Sell my soul for tomorrow’s fame
Waling out of it with a dead poet’s name
Waling out of it with a dead poet’s name aaw
Run run run
Cutting across the barrier to feed your hunger
Smack against the wall of glory and fly as a phoenix
Sold my soul for tomorrow’s fame
Walking out of it with a dead poet’s name
To be a picture on your wall the voice on your tapes the stars in your sky the rhythm on you lips
A picture on your wall the voice on your tapes the stars in your sky say I lost my way in my dream of
Saturday night!