| Rumours going around, spread like wildfire,
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| I know, I know, there must be a liar,
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| And I know, not to do wrong,
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| Yes I know, that the honest word has gone,
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| No you got it wrong oh woah-oh,
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| Coming at me with your words so strong,
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| You got it wrong oh woah-oh,
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| I know not to do wrong,
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| Oh all come at me one by one,
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| Every man gotta sing their own song,
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| Telling me I’m a bad man, a mad man,
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| But my story’s not been put in your hand,
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| And I know, not to do wrong,
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| Yes I know, that the honest word has gone,
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| No you got it wrong oh woah-oh,
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| Coming at me with your words so strong,
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| You got it wrong oh woah-oh,
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| I know not to do wrong,
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| You got it wrong oh woah-oh,
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| Coming at me with your words so strong,
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| You got it wrong oh woah-oh,
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| I know not to do wrong,
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| So don’t tease me, tease me,
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| Yeah don’t tease me, tease me,
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| Don’t tease me, tease me,
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| You got it wrong oh woah-oh,
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| Coming at me with your words so strong,
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| You got it wrong oh woah-oh,
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| I know not to do wrong,
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| You got it wrong oh woah-oh,
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| Coming at me with your words so strong, |
| You got it wrong oh woah-oh,
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| I know not to do wrong. |