i could hear the cymbals crash
slamming through the halls
hanging on the walls
i could have sworn it rock and roll
how was i supposed to know
how was i supposed to know
i felt them underneath
so soft, yet firm, petite
a cry from my feet beneath
a row of hearts
a queen of tarts
i felt them underneath
so soft, petite
they are lined up in a row
i could have sworn it rock and roll
how was i supposed to know
and know, and know
im finding yours and yours and yours
i've met them all before
i've loved them all before
ive loved them all before
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