take a deep breath
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believe me you¡¯re gonna need it
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coz we¡¯re writing big hits
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and you need to keep up
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we already told you
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the worst way to make ex-best-friends
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and we¡¯re giving lessons
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so pay attention
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we¡¯re so convinced that we know best
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how pride and falls will take their toll
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but we¡¯ll never give this up
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thanks for crying on our shoulders
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we¡¯re taking chances in the warm glow of these lights
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these slow dance songs won¡¯t last the night
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jump, like, the dancefloor just caught fire
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I¡¯ve got matches and a less-than-nervous smile
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that just says ¡°oh, thanks for growing up¡±
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you know, we¡¯re the best at
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being caught in the crossfire
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so keep your head down
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and cover your ears
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we¡¯re walking fine lines
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between never and way too late
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and we¡¯re sick of waiting
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so pay attention
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Caught In The Crossfire
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| One:Day:Life |
