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I get a constant busy signal when I call you on the phone |
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I get a strong uneasy feeling, you're not sitting there alone |
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I'm having nasty, nasty visions and baby, you're in every one, yeah |
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And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a so-called smoking gun |
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Maybe you want to end it, you've had your fill of my kind of fun |
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But you don't know how to tell me and you know that I'm not that dumb |
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I put 2 and 1 together and we know that's not an even sum |
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And I know just when to catch you with that well known smoking gun |
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I'm standing here bewildered, I can't remember just what I've done |
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I can hear the sirens whining, my eyes blinded by the sun |
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I know that I should be running, my heart's beating just like the drum |
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Now they've knocked me down and taken it, a still hot smoking gun |
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Yeah, still hot smoking gun |
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They've taken it, still hot smoking gun |
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Oh they've taken it still hot smoking gun |
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They've knocked me down and taken it |
