Styx - Take It on the Run Lyrics
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Take It on the Run
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What Are The Lyrics For Take It on the Run By Styx?
Heard it from a friend who
Heard it from a friend who Heard it from another you been messin' around They say you got a boy friend You're up late every weekend They're talkin' about you and it's bringin' me down But I know the neighborhood And talk is cheap when the story is good And the tales grow taller on down the line But I'm telling 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 thinking up your white lies You're putting on your bedroom eyes You say you're coming home but you won't say when But I can feel it coming If you leave tonight keep running And you need never look back again 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 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 Take it on the run baby If that's the way you want it baby Then I don't need you around I don't believe it, not for a minute You're under the gun so you take it on the run Heard it from a friend who Heard it from a friend who Heard it from another you been messin' around |
Who Wrote Take It on the Run By Styx?
Gary Dean Richrath
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