(P. Pentland/Sloan)
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She came runnin'
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I hate everything that came before me
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Crush
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I'm breakin' under the crush
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Don't ignore me
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'Cause you know I can always make it louder
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Three
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Three's nothin' out of ten
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But you've got a thing for me
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I can feel it, I can feel it
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And I've got a thing for you, too
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You can have it, you can have it
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I've been runnin'
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Just to get away from what's inside me
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Rush
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I'm drownin' under the rush
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Happy birthday
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To the best brother in the world
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Hooray
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At least I'm still cool to one girl
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But you've got a thing for me
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I can feel it, I can feel it
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And I've got a thing for you, too
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You can have it, you can have it
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You've got a thing for me
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I can feel it, I can feel it
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And I've got a thing for you, too
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You can have it
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No strings attached
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No copy to match
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No drift to catch
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No plans to hatch
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No itch to scratch
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Just infatuation
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Is all you need
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You could tell a million lies
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And I'd think they all were true
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Trust
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That's my trust in you
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It's what I value
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And it's what I refuse to lose
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You've got a thing for me
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And I've got a thing for you, too
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I CAN FEEL IT
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| Sloan |
