Well the last time I saw you baby
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You had a look that you called divine
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Well you drove all the boys crazy
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With a wink of your eye
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You bought a house on the hill
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(that's what you want)
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You bought your happiness on sale
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(that's what you need)
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And now it's all runnin' out
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(you're so alone)
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Bright lights, big city
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Right down to the bone
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Tattooed and jaded
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Celebrity, you're so bittersweet
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And when your looks outdated
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You go running around
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And if you want to chase that ghost
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That's alright by me
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You sold your soul
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Girl I told you so
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Just don't come running to me
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Well c'mon now baby
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I know you're trying hard to look so chic
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But I can see that your beauty's fading
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I know it's hard to believe
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And now you're trapped on the hill
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You put your happiness on sale
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But you're the hottest thing around
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Lights, camera, action, turn the celluloid on
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Worn out and faded
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Reality just doesn't relate
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And when you're overrated
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You go running around
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So glamorous, you know it's true
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You think the whole world revolves around you
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Yeah you do
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It the morning, evening, in the afternoon
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Well the next time I see you it'll be too soon
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In the magazine, on the TV screen
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In your short little skirt, in your tight blue jeans
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Don't Come Runnin'
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| Squad Five-O |
