| Scene swept along in a rush
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| Shudder to worry enough
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| I guess a crush is a crush
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| You said your heart is a map
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| That I fold to fit paper bats
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| And guide with my hand
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| Along a cloud sky
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| Tsk, Tsk, Tsk
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| I’m not the one whose shaking their bones
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| But if I can
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| I’ll be the last one shaking their bones
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| I guess a crush is a crush
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| Boys and girls in the sheets
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| Your eyeliner
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| Is better suited on me
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| Fits so jealous and sleek
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| Dust it off
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| No prints on me
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| I guess a crush is a crush
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| I guess a crush is a
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| As we crease in half
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| She starts to laugh
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| We attract to attach
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| I know you think it’s mean
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| Maybe I should come clean
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| It wasn’t suppose to be
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| A sing-along
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| Tsk, Tsk, Tsk
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| I’m not the one whose shaking their bones
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| But if I can
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| I’ll be the last one shaking their bones
|
| I guess a crush is a crush
|
| Boys and girls in the sheets
|
| Your eyeliner
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| Is better suited on me
|
| Fits so jealous and sleek
|
| Dust it off
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| No prints on me
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| I guess a crush is a crush
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| I guess a crush is a
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| Somehow you got to me out now
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| Cause right now
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| I’m shaking bones |