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Heard it from a friend
who
Heard it from a friend
who
Heard it from another you've been messin' around.
They say you've got a boyfriend
You're out late every weekend
They're talkin' about you and it's bringing me down.
But I know the neighborhood
And talk is cheap when the story is good
And the tales grow taller on dawn the Iine.
But I'm tellin' you
babe
That I don't think it's true
babe
And
even if it is
keep this in mind:
You take it on the run
baby
If that's the way you want it
baby
Then I don't want you around.
I don't believe it
not for a minute
You're under the gun
so you take it on the run.
You're thinkin' up your white lies
You're puttin' on your bedroom eyes
You say you're comin' home
but you won't say when.
But I can feel it comin' - if you leave tonight keep runnin
And you need never look back again.
You take it on the run
haby
. . .
You take it on the run
baby
. . .
You take it on the run
baby
. . .
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