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Burnout Video (MV)




Performed By: Turner Porter
Language: English
Length: 4:04
Written by: Shane Firek




Turner Porter - Burnout Lyrics
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Bendin' like a bow
November's full of terror
Don't recognize just what is gone
And what is really there
Folding up my map
Can't lie, I lost my course
An ocean of emotion
Oh, I'd drown to hold my heart
All that ache
All that fire
All these voices in my head don't tire
Down in the ditches where I don't belong
You know, it shakes me to the bone
All that matters
All that pain
Tell me I'm a legend, can't remember my name
Hit 75 on the company dime
You know, I'm back where I belong
Burnout
Keep it on the run
Got the four winds in her hair
And I'm smokin' like a gun
Lights out
Keep the neon low
All these good deeds and broken beats
Gotta count for something, son
Seen her smilin' like a knife
We stumble down that pier
Pieces of our younger years like confetti in the air
Lost some friends way back
And I rub 'em in my jeans like ash
Kiss her ear and show her that her Detroit boy is back
All that ache
All that fire
All these voices in my head don't tire
Livin' in the city with the water off
Until I took the cash
All that pressure
All that pain
Down in Cincy in the fog and rain
Driving 75 like we ain't ever dyin'
Going back where I belong
Burnout
Keep it on the run
Got the four winds in her hair
And I'm smokin' like a gun
Lights out
Keep the neon low
All these good deeds and broken beats
Gotta count for something, son
Burnout
Keep it on the run
Got the four winds in her hair
And I'm smokin' like a gun
Lights out
Keep the neon low
All these good deeds and broken beats
Gotta count for something, son
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Bendin' like a bow
November's full of terror
Don't recognize just what is gone
And what is really there
Folding up my map
Can't lie, I lost my course
An ocean of emotion
Oh, I'd drown to hold my heart
All that ache
All that fire
All these voices in my head don't tire
Down in the ditches where I don't belong
You know, it shakes me to the bone
All that matters
All that pain
Tell me I'm a legend, can't remember my name
Hit 75 on the company dime
You know, I'm back where I belong
Burnout
Keep it on the run
Got the four winds in her hair
And I'm smokin' like a gun
Lights out
Keep the neon low
All these good deeds and broken beats
Gotta count for something, son
Seen her smilin' like a knife
We stumble down that pier
Pieces of our younger years like confetti in the air
Lost some friends way back
And I rub 'em in my jeans like ash
Kiss her ear and show her that her Detroit boy is back
All that ache
All that fire
All these voices in my head don't tire
Livin' in the city with the water off
Until I took the cash
All that pressure
All that pain
Down in Cincy in the fog and rain
Driving 75 like we ain't ever dyin'
Going back where I belong
Burnout
Keep it on the run
Got the four winds in her hair
And I'm smokin' like a gun
Lights out
Keep the neon low
All these good deeds and broken beats
Gotta count for something, son
Burnout
Keep it on the run
Got the four winds in her hair
And I'm smokin' like a gun
Lights out
Keep the neon low
All these good deeds and broken beats
Gotta count for something, son
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Writer: Shane Firek
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