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She - The Sundays

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