| The cliques and the codes were universal
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| The rain set the tone at the rehearsal
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| Still the years had worn
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| A simple conversation might remove the thorn
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| The months and mistakes would sit between us
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| A plan poised to fail less than ingenious
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| But who could know the band would play so sudden
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| Your skirt was made from curtains
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| While your bangs showed off your buttons
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| It’s too precise for some
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| You asked me if I wanted
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| Too precise for some
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| You asked me if I wanted
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| It’s too precise for some
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| You asked me if I wanted to dance with you
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| Do you wanna dance?
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| The fits and the breaks weren’t worth regretting
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| Three years, four proms, and then a wedding
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| But some time had passed
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| The swans that ruled the lunchroom they wouldn’t last
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| The rules we ignored were understated
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| In a wave of contempt we’d both created
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| Taking tempered risk and a borrowed blank aesthetic
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| From Wichita with love we’d woken up to apathetic
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| It’s too precise for some
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| You asked me if I wanted
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| Too precise for some
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| You asked me if I wanted
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| It’s too precise for some
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| You asked me if I wanted to dance with you
|
| Do you wanna dance?
|
| But who could know the band would play so sudden
|
| Your skirt was made from curtains
|
| While your bangs showed off your buttons
|
| It’s too precise for some
|
| You asked me if I wanted
|
| Too precise for some
|
| You asked me if I wanted
|
| It’s too precise for some
|
| You asked me if I wanted to dance with you
|
| Do you wanna dance?
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| It’s too precise for some
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| You asked me if I wanted
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| Too precise for some
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| You asked me if I wanted
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| It’s too precise for some
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| You asked me if I wanted to dance with you
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| (Under the moonlight)
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| Do you wanna dance?
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| Squeeze and kiss me all through the night, oh baby, do you want to dance? |