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Heard it from a friend who, heard it from a friend who |
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Heard it from another you been messin' around |
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They say you got a boyfriend, you're out late every weekend |
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They're talkin' about you and it's bringin' me down |
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But I know the neighborhood |
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And talk is cheap when the story is good |
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And the tales grow taller on down the line |
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But I'm telling you, babe, that I don't think it's true, babe |
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And even if it is keep this in mind |
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You take it on the run baby |
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If that's the way you want it baby |
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Then I don't want you around |
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I don't believe it, not for a minute |
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You're under the gun so you take it on the run |
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You're thinking up your white lies |
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You're puttin' on your bedroom eyes |
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You say you're coming home but you won't say when |
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But I can feel it coming if you leave tonight keep running |
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And you need never look back again |
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You take it on the run baby |
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If that's the way you want it baby |
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Then I don't want you around |
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I don't believe it, not for a minute |
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You're under the gun so you take it on the run |
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You take it on the run baby |
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If that's the way you want it baby |
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Then I don't want you around |
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I don't believe it not for a minute |
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You're under the gun so you take it on the run |
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Take it on the run baby |
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If that's the way you want it baby |
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Then I don't want you around |
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I don't believe it, not for a minute |
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You're under the gun so you take it on the run |
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Heard it from a friend who, heard it from a friend who |
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Heard it from another you been messin' around |
