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People want— People want— People want— People wanna hear you sing People wanna hear you sing People wanna hear you sing People wanna hear you sing Yes, I meant to scare you, just like that dream Where your guns get pulled back on you (People wanna hear you sing) They rip pieces off your fertile skin For every sin, sin against the people Nowhere to run Nowhеre to hide Nowherе to run Nowhere to hide Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Nowhere to hide People, people People wanna hear you sing Letras de cancionesPeople wanna hear you sing People wanna hear you sing You whine that you're discluded And with that single word erase the very story of my life So I rip pieces off my fertile skin Nowhere woman finds her little ways to win Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Screaming babies are your problem Screaming Babies are your problem Seems like Jesus and Dylan Got the whole thing wrong If you cannot hear a woman Then how can you write her song? Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide (you've got) Nowhere to run (adapt) Nowhere to hide (you've got) Nowhere to run (adapt) Nowhere to hide (you've got) Nowhere to run (adapt) Nowhere to hide (you've got) (Adapt You've got Adapt You've got Adapt You've got Adapt You've got) People wanna hear you sing (adapt) People wanna hear you sing (you've got) People wanna hear you sing (adapt) People wanna hear you sing (People wanna hear you sing People wanna hear you sing People wanna hear you sing People wanna hear you sing) From Letras Mania