You say you want to figure it out, but your not the girl I’m thinking about. Baby, we belong in ReRuns.
Moving back to your hometown
You ain’t gonna catch the flu that’s going around. Baby, we belong in re-runs. In Reruns
The local band has lost its kick.
The bar is running out of beer and gin
Maybe, it belongs in re-runs.
Oh man we used to cut a rug,
But I got tired of shaming myself
Baby, we belong in re-runs
The homeless now can figure you out.
They’ll crush your desire; Steal your fire.
Free my soul, it’s better I fade away another day. We belong in Reruns
The homeless now can figure you out.
They’ll crush your desire; Steal your fire.
Free my soul, it’s better I fade away another day. We belong in Reruns
credits
from This Ain't Art,
released March 12, 2022
Music and Lyrics by The Warhawks
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