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This is a pointless entry...but I love this song.
keep the noise low she doesnt want to blow it
stripped from head to toe while your left hand does the show me around
quickens your heart beat it beats me straight into the ground
you dont recover from a night like this
our victim still lying in bed completely motionless
a hand moves in the dark to her zipper
hear a boy braced tight against sheets barel whisper
"this is so messed up"
upon arival the guests had all stared
dripping wet and clearly depressed he headed straight for the stairs
no longer cool but a boy in a stitch
unprepared for a life full of lies and a meaningful relationship
(Up the stairs the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up)
he keeps his hands low he doesnt want to blow it
he's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and down
his stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up
but the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up
the fever the focus
the reasons that i had to belive you werent too hard to sell
die young and save yourself!
the tickle the taste of
it used to be the reason i breathed and now its choking me up
die young and save yourself!
she hits the lights this doesnt seem quite fair
despite everything he's learnt from his friends he doesn't feel so prepared
shes breathing quiet and smooth hes gasping for air.
this is the first and last time he says
she fakes a smile and presses her hips into his
he keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
hes holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels.... like
she is the lamb, he is the slaughter
shes moving way to fast and all he wanted was to hold her
nothing that he tells her is realy having an effect
he whispers that he loves her but shes probably only looking for
so much more than he could ever give
a life full o f lies and a meaningful relationship
he keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
he waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside.
the fever the focus
the reasons that i had to belive you werent too hard to sell
die young and save yourself!
the tickle the taste of
it used to be the reason i breathed and now its choking me up
die young and save yourself!
Up the stairs the station where
the act becomes the art of growing old
the fever the focus
the reasons that i had to belive you werent too hard to sell
die young and save yourself!
the tickle the taste of
it used to be the reason i breathed and now its choking me up
die young and save yourself!
keep the noise low she doesnt want to blow it
stripped from head to toe while your left hand does the show me around
quickens your heart beat it beats me straight into the ground
you dont recover from a night like this
our victim still lying in bed completely motionless
a hand moves in the dark to her zipper
hear a boy braced tight against sheets barel whisper
"this is so messed up"
upon arival the guests had all stared
dripping wet and clearly depressed he headed straight for the stairs
no longer cool but a boy in a stitch
unprepared for a life full of lies and a meaningful relationship
(Up the stairs the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up)
he keeps his hands low he doesnt want to blow it
he's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and down
his stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up
but the body on the bed beckons forward
and he starts growing up
the fever the focus
the reasons that i had to belive you werent too hard to sell
die young and save yourself!
the tickle the taste of
it used to be the reason i breathed and now its choking me up
die young and save yourself!
she hits the lights this doesnt seem quite fair
despite everything he's learnt from his friends he doesn't feel so prepared
shes breathing quiet and smooth hes gasping for air.
this is the first and last time he says
she fakes a smile and presses her hips into his
he keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
hes holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels.... like
she is the lamb, he is the slaughter
shes moving way to fast and all he wanted was to hold her
nothing that he tells her is realy having an effect
he whispers that he loves her but shes probably only looking for
so much more than he could ever give
a life full o f lies and a meaningful relationship
he keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
he waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside.
the fever the focus
the reasons that i had to belive you werent too hard to sell
die young and save yourself!
the tickle the taste of
it used to be the reason i breathed and now its choking me up
die young and save yourself!
Up the stairs the station where
the act becomes the art of growing old
the fever the focus
the reasons that i had to belive you werent too hard to sell
die young and save yourself!
the tickle the taste of
it used to be the reason i breathed and now its choking me up
die young and save yourself!