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The Revolution Lyrics - Singles - For The Foxes

I'm the type of kid to push away 

girls like you who get too close to me 

This ain't your front porch on Division Street 

where you crashed your car 

and then you blamed it on a sneeze 

Well god bless you, darling, I mean it 

You're the type of girl who said she don't believe in god 

but you believed in me 

We never missed our opportunity here 

we just grew up until we found some room to breathe 

Well god bless us, darling, we need it 

 

We need a revolution 

Why else are we standing here? Yeah 

Take off our gloves, put down our guns 

'til everyone sings, yeah 

 

We're the type of kids who burned 

the whole damn forest down, we looked like criminals 

How we got out alive, it's biblical 

and I, felt something strange behind my knees 

Well... nothing exists 'til you see it 

We can turn back now, or we can burn a whole 'nother town 

everybody gets out 

it's just that night we don't talk about 

I'm sick of life decisions, this cut dry life we live in 

if I did you wrong, I'm sorry, 

you're just so god damn pretty. Yeah! 

 

We need a revolution 

Why else are we standing here? Yeah 

Take off our gloves, look towards the sun 

'til everyone sings, yeah 

 

Whoa whoa-oh 

Whoa (Yeah!) whoa-oh 

Whoa oh oh oh oh 

 

If I sang you to sleep, would you listen? 

I'd tell you all the things that I've been missing 

When words flow like river bends 

I've burned too many cigarettes at home 

Where did you go? 

I hated you for leaving 

got sick of writing letters on the weekend 

My thoughts were clear like cellophane 

I had to see you face to face at home 

So where do we go? 

Now that we're both standing here, yeah 

 

We'll take off our gloves, put down our guns 

'til everyone- sings, sings, sings! 

 

We need a revolution. 

Why else are we standing here? Yeah 

Take off our gloves, look towards the sun, 

'til everyone sings 

 

Whoa whoa-oh 

(Yeah!) 

Whoa whoa-oh 

(We need a revolution) 

Whoa whoa-oh 

(We need a revolution) 

Yeah! 

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