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The Kills - U.R.A. Fever Lyrics

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The Kills – U.R.A. Fever Lyrics 

Walk you to the counter, (What you got to offer?)
Pick you out a solder, (Look at you forever.)
Walk you to the water, (Your eyes like a casino.)
We ain’t born typical.

Find a piece of silver, (Pretty as a diagram.)
And go down to the Rio. (Put it in my left hand.)
Put it in a fruit machine, (Everyone’s a winner.)
Laughin’ like a seagull.

You are a fever, you are a fever — you ain’t born typical.
You are a fever, you are a fever — you ain’t born typical.

Livin’ in a suitcase, (Meet a clown, fall in love.)
Went down to have you over, (Going ’round a breakup.)
Take you to a jukebox, (That’s the situation.)
Pick you out a number. (And that’s our arrangement.)

Dancing on the legs of a newborn pony,
Left-right, left-right — keep it up, son.
Go ahead and have her, go ahead and leave her,
You only ever had her when you were a fever.

I am a fever, I am a fever — I ain’t born typical.
I am a fever, I am a fever — I ain’t born typical.

We are a fever, we are a fever — we ain’t born typical.
We are a fever, we are a fever — we ain’t born typical.
We are a fever, we are a fever — we ain’t born typical.
We are a fever, we are a fever — we ain’t born typical.

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