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Trouble Looks Better Near

[Verse 1] I came in hot through the dune-dust gate With a grin like trouble and a grin like fate Saw you flip that blade like a seven-star flare Hair full of smoke and a dare in your stare From Zaun you walked with that broken-heart stride Too much gone wrong, still you kept that pride Jinx and Vi left their marks in your name But you move like a spark that refuses to tame [Pre-Chorus] I know that look I know that score You lose your past And you want more [Chorus] Blade Dancer, come on in You’re my kind of sin Blade Dancer, stand right here Trouble looks better near Only in trouble if we’re caught That’s the lesson we both got Blade Dancer, take the win You’re my kind of sin [Verse 2] You twirl, then you drop, then you cut from below Cheap shot, flash-step, and away you go A little gadget pop with a fire-lit grin Then a dirty little feint and you’re under my skin I sling my rope, take the high road fast You take the low road, make the moment last We don’t wait for a throne or a clean-cut plan We make our own luck like only thieves can [Pre-Chorus] You see that line? We cross it quick A life that hurts Still makes us slick [Chorus] Blade Dancer, come on in You’re my kind of sin Blade Dancer, stand right here Trouble looks better near Only in trouble if we’re caught That’s the lesson we both got Blade Dancer, take the win You’re my kind of sin [Spoken] Yeah, I see you. All that tragedy? It didn’t make you softer. It made you sharp. [Bridge] One more burn, one more turn Let the desert judge what we’ve learned If the world wants clean, it came to the wrong fight We trade in scars and we turn them to light You bring the smoke, I bring the swing Two reckless hearts and a dangerous thing If they ask our names when the dust settles down Tell them we laughed while we ran this town [Final Chorus] Blade Dancer, come on in You’re my kind of sin Blade Dancer, stand right here Trouble looks better near Only in trouble if we’re caught That’s the lesson we both got Blade Dancer, take the win You’re my kind of sin [Outro] So welcome to the roster, my friend Where the sharp ones rise and the hard ones bend Come on, Blade Dancer, let’s make our mark And slip right through the world in the dark