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Lyricist: The Sundays
Lyrics:
She's all weak And her heart beats so She can't speak With the lights so low
Just to be one of a crowd Feet scuttling across the floor Spinning lights 'round and 'round It's adolescent war
She craves noise and the music blares Girl calls to a boy And my heart is true, oh to you He just stands and stares
Just to be one of a crowd Feet scuttling across the floor Spinning lights round and round And it's adolescent war
Shoes grind kick like crazy And arms tangling up with hair Shaking them up and down again And hearts pounding everywhere
She slows down Has the music gone Or has she stayed too long?
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