The Sundays

The Sundays - She lyrics

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she can't speak with the lights so low

just to be one of a crowd
feet scuttling across the floor
spinning lights round & round
it's adolescent war

she craves noise & the music blares
girl calls to a boy
he just stands & stares

just to be one of a crowd
feet scuttling across the floor
spinning lights round & round
& it's adolescent war
shoes grind kick like crazy & arms tangling up with hair
shaking them up & down again
hearts pounding everywhere

she slows down
has the music gone
or has she stayed too long
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Overock Ltd., EMI Records Ltd.

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

Appearing on: Static & Silence (1997)

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