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Texty: The Runaways. Getting Hot.

With every beat of my heart its getting dark
There's something in the air
The doors aren't locked, you know it's not
But I just know you're somewhere
Hands on the table, are they empty got a fable
Is it true?
Say he's coming no one said a word
They've gotten through

Its such a crush, its getting hot
Temperature's rising it's getting hot

Shot a single word for telling true
I can hear him pant
I wanna leave but I just can't breathe free
If they begin their chant

Its such a crush, its getting hot
Temperature's rising it's getting hot

Church is breaking my body's shaking
I just can't tell
He's coming back my head is black
He must be under a spell

Its such a crush, its getting hot
Temperature's rising it's getting hot