On The Run

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You claim to be my man
But you see me when you can
Now you want to know
If I'm gonna let you go
It's hard for you to see
What you could have meant to me
But a man that's on the run
Is a dirty son of a gun

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You fooled me with your lies
Those phoney alibis
It's hard to let you go
When all the time I know
It's hard for you to see
What you could have meant to me
But a man that's on the run
Is a dirty son of a gun

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You claim to be my man
But you see me when you can
Now you want to know
If I'm gonna let you go
It's hard for you to see
What you could have meant to me
But a man that's on the run
Is a dirty son of a gun

Is a dirty son of a gun
Is a dirty son of a gun
Is a dirty son of a gun
Is a dirty son of a gun
Is a dirty son of a gun
Is a dirty son of a gun
Is a dirty son of a gun
Is a dirty son of a gun

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Credits
Writer(s): Allan Wayne Felder, Bunny Sigler, Norman Ray Harry, Michael Wilson
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