| Loose talk from up-tight people,
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| Looking out for blood to draw.
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| Just keep cool, don’t let it phase you,
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| All that stuff ain’t worth a straw.
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| Tight talk from stay-put people,
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| Aimed to hurt, aimed to wound.
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| Step on your toes, step on your fingers,
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| Just don’t take it, now don’t be fooled.
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| Don’t let them know where you’re going,
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| Don’t play their games or they’ll snow you in.
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| Call on me if they derail you,
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| Call on me 'cause I won’t lock you in.
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| Yeah…
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| Don’t let them know where you’re going,
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| Don’t play their games 'cause they’ll snow you in.
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| Call on me if they derail you,
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| Stay with me 'cause I won’t lock you in.
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| Yeah…
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| Double-talking, double-meaning
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| Tight-rope tactics to trip you up.
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| Don’t play their games, go where your heart says,
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| Keep on pushing, you’ll get there yet.
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah |