Heard it from a friend who
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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
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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 cheaper 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
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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
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Not for a minute
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You're under the gun
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So you take it on the run
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You're thinking up your white lies
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You're putting 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
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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
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Not for a minute
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You're under the gun
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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
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Not for a minute
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You're under the gun
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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
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Not for a minute
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You're under the gun
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So you take it on the run
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Heard it from a friend who
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Heard it from a friend who
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Heard it from another you been messin' around
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