Paramore - Crushcrushcrush

I got a lot to say to youYeah, I got a lot to sayI noticed your eyes are always glued to meKeeping them hereAnd it makes no sense at allThey taped over your mouthScribbled out the truth with their liesYou little spiesThey taped over your mouthScribbled out the truth with their liesYou little spiesCrushCrushCrushCrush, crush(Two, three, four!)Nothing compares to a quiet evening aloneJust the one,

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