She don¡¯t lie in bed at night
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Staring at the ceiling
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She don¡¯t wait to begin
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She bets on long shots
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She wants what they¡¯ve got
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She skates where the ice thins
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On and on, we keep going
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Crowded like subway cars
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On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts
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Our hearts
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She was her mother¡¯s secret
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She was daddy¡¯s girl
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She brought weekend boys home in her curls
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She said, ¡°My love is a fever.
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Come on, touch my skin.
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They all think I¡¯m easy,
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I¡¯m easy, cause I let them win.¡±
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On and on, we keep going
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Crowded like subway cars
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On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts
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On and on, we keep going
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Crowded like subway cars
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On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts
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To the beat of our noisy hearts
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She said, ¡°Pick up the phone
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Cause I need to feel more alone
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And your voice drives me crazy.¡±
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On and on, we keep going
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Crowded like subway cars
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On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts
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On and on, we keep going
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Crowded like subway cars
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On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts, hearts, hearts
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On and on, we keep going
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Crowded like subway cars
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On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts
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To the Beat of Our Noisy Hearts
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Matt Nathanson |