Cleats

FINNEAS

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    It's a little touch and go
    You could be the crutch that she holds
    Got herself a sprained ankle
    If you know, you know
    Bad things always come in threes
    When you broke your thumb, you lost your keys
    She plays for a different team
    Scrapping her knees

    But it's all the same to you
    When she's standing in your room
    On an endless afternoon
    And the summer's over soon

    Maybe she's a late bloomer
    Or maybe it's a fake rumor
    But you've got the same sense of humor
    As her
    She's always at the wheel, you're often on her street
    You don't know how to feel, you don't know how to sleep
    Like it'll never heal, your heart's still in the weeds
    Straight off the soccer field, she's still wearing her cleats

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    But it's all the same to you
    When she's standing in your room
    On an endless afternoon
    And the summer's over soon

    If it's all a waste of time (all a waste of time)
    If it's all a silver lining (all a silver lining)
    If it's all a warning sign (all a warning sign)
    And she's always on your mind (always on your)

    Nothing you can do either
    Old crush on the new teacher
    Wave as soon as you see her
    From the bleachers

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    Composition: Aron Noah Forbes, Miles Kottak, Finneas, David George Marinelli, Lucy Healey, Ricky Gourmet, and Matthew Fildey

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