Written by Taylor Swift & Ryan Tedder
You stand with a hand on my waistline
Good to see that we're out in plain sight
I can hear them whisper as we pass by
Bad sign...
Something happens when everybody finds out
See the vultures circling, in dark clouds
Love's a fragile little flame
It could burn out, It could burn out
They got the cages, they got the boxes, and guns
They are the hunters, we are the foxes
And we run
Chorus:
Baby
I know places we won't be found and they'll be
Chasing our tails
Trying to track us down
Chasing us around
And I know places...
Lights flash
On we'll run for the fences
Let them say what they want
We won't hear it
Loose sleep, sink ships all the damn time, not this time
Just grab my hand
And don't ever drop it
My love
They are the hunters, we are the foxes
We run
Chorus
They are the hunters, we are the foxes
We run
Just grab my hand
And don't ever drop it
My love
Chorus
They take their shots Butwe're bulletproof
You know for me it's always you...
In the dead of night, your eyes so green
I know for you it's always me...
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