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Keep the noise low She doesn't wanna blow it Shaking head to toe While your left hand does "the show me around" Quickens your heartbeat It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless A hand moves in the dark to a zipper Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper, "This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared Dripping wet and clearly depressed, He'd headed straight for the stairs No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch, Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships
(up the stairs: the station where the act becomes the art of growing up)
He keeps his hands low He doesn't wanna blow it He's wet from head to toe and His eyes give her the up and the 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 reason that I had to believe You weren't too hard to sell Die young and
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or something lol
i'll give you the site later:)
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yeah i knew it was..I'm not that stupid lol
Keep the noise low
She doesn't wanna blow it
Shaking head to toe
While your left hand does "the show me around"
Quickens your heartbeat
It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this
A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper, "This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared
Dripping wet and clearly depressed,
He'd headed straight for the stairs
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships
(up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up)
He keeps his hands low
He doesn't wanna blow it
He's wet from head to toe and
His eyes give her the up and the 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 reason that I had to believe
You weren't too hard to sell
Die young and ( ... )
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