Lyrics
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I
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feel
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so
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high
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school
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every
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time
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I
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look
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at
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you
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I
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wanna
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find
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you
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in
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a
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crowd
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just
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to
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hide
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from
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you
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And
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in
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a
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blink
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of
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a
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crinklin'
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eye
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I'm
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sinkin',
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our
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fingers
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entwined
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Cheeks
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pink
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in
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the
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twinkling
|
lights
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Tell
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me
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'bout
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the
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first
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time
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you
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saw
|
me
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I'll
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drink
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what
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you
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think
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and
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Lyrics
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I'm
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high
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From
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smokin'
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your
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jokes
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all
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damn
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night
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The
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brink
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of
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a
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wrinkle
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in
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time
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Bittersweet
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sixteen
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suddenly
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I'm
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watchin'
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American
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Pie
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with
|
you
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on
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a
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Saturday
|
night
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Your
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friends
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are
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around,
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so
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be
|
quiet
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I'm
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trying
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to
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stifle
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my
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sighs
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'Cause
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I
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feel
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so
|
high
|
school
|
every
|
time
|
I
|
look
|
at
|
you
|
But
|
look
|
at
|
|
Lyrics
|
you
|
Ah
|
ah
|
ah
|
ah
|
ah
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Are
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you
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gonna
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marry,
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kiss,
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or
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kill
|
me?
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(Kill
|
me)
|
It's
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just
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a
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game,
|
but
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really
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(Really)
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I'm
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bettin'
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on
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all
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three
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for
|
us
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two
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(All
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three)
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Get
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my
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car
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door,
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isn't
|
that
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sweet?
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(That
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sweet)
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Then
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pull
|
me
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to
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the
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backseat
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(The
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backseat)
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No
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one's
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ever
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had
|
me
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(Had
|
|
Lyrics
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me),
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not
|
like
|
you
|
Truth,
|
dare,
|
spin
|
bottles
|
You
|
know
|
how
|
to
|
ball,
|
I
|
know
|
Aristotle
|
Brand
|
new,
|
full
|
throttle
|
Touch
|
me
|
while
|
your
|
bros
|
play
|
Grand
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Theft
|
Auto
|
It's
|
true,
|
swear,
|
scouts
|
honor
|
You
|
knew
|
what
|
you
|
wanted
|
and,
|
boy,
|
you
|
got
|
her
|
Brand
|
new,
|
full
|
throttle
|
You
|
already
|
know,
|
babe
|
I
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feel
|
like
|
laughing
|
|
Lyrics
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in
|
the
|
middle
|
of
|
practice
|
Do
|
that
|
impression
|
you
|
did
|
of
|
your
|
dad
|
again
|
I'm
|
hearing
|
voices
|
like
|
a
|
madman
|
And
|
in
|
the
|
blink
|
of
|
a
|
crinklin'
|
eye
|
I'm
|
sinkin',
|
our
|
fingers
|
entwined
|
Cheeks
|
pink
|
in
|
the
|
twinkling
|
lights
|
Tell
|
me
|
'bout
|
the
|
first
|
time
|
you
|
saw
|
me
|
I'll
|
drink
|
what
|
you
|
think
|
and
|
I'm
|
high
|
|
Lyrics
|
From
|
smokin'
|
your
|
jokes
|
all
|
damn
|
night
|
The
|
brink
|
of
|
a
|
wrinkle
|
in
|
time
|
Bittersweet
|
sixteen
|
suddenly
|
I'm
|
watchin'
|
American
|
Pie
|
with
|
you
|
on
|
a
|
Saturday
|
night
|
Your
|
friends
|
are
|
around,
|
so
|
be
|
quiet
|
I'm
|
trying
|
to
|
stifle
|
my
|
sighs
|
'Cause
|
I
|
feel
|
so
|
high
|
school
|
(Feel
|
so
|
high
|
school)
|
every
|
time
|
I
|
look
|
at
|
you
|
|
Lyrics
|
But
|
look
|
at
|
you
|
Truth,
|
dare,
|
spin
|
bottles
|
You
|
know
|
how
|
to
|
ball,
|
I
|
know
|
Aristotle
|
Brand
|
new,
|
full
|
throttle
|
Touch
|
me
|
while
|
your
|
bros
|
play
|
Grand
|
Theft
|
Auto
|
It's
|
true,
|
swear,
|
scouts
|
honor
|
You
|
knew
|
what
|
you
|
wanted
|
and,
|
boy,
|
you
|
got
|
her
|
Brand
|
new,
|
full
|
throttle
|
You
|
already
|
know,
|
babe
|
You
|
already
|
know,
|
babe
|
|