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Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it
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Shake from head to toe while your left hand do the show me around
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Quickens your heartbeat, beats me straight into the ground
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You don't recover from a night like this
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A victim still lying in bed, completely motionless
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A hand moves in the dark to a zipper
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Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper
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This is so messed up
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Upon arrival, the guests had all stared
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Dripping wet and clearly depressed, he'd headed straight for the stairs
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No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch
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Unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships
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(Up the stairs)
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He keeps his hands low, he doesn't wanna blow it
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(The station where)
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He's wet from head to toe, and his eyes give her the up and the down
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(The act becomes)
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His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up
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(The art of growing up)
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But the body on the bed beckons forward and he starts growing up
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The fever, the focus
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The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
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Die young and save yourself
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The tickle, the taste of
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It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up
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Die young and save yourself
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She hits the lights, this doesn't seem quite fair
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Despite everything he learned from his friends
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He doesn't feel so prepared
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She's breathing quiet and smooth, he's gasping for air
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"This is the first and last time," he says
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She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his
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He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
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He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels...; like
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He is the lamb, she is the slaughter
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She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her
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Nothing that he tells her's really having an effect
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He whispers that he loves her but she's probably only looking for s...;
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(Up the stairs)
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So much more than he could ever give
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(The station where)
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A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship
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(The act becomes)
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He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
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(The art of growing up)
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He waits for it to end and for the achin' in his guts to subside
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The fever, the focus
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The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
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Die young and save yourself
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The tickle, the taste of
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It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up
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Die young and save yourself
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Up the stairs
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The station where
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The act becomes
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The art of growing up
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The fever, the focus
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The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell
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Die young and save yourself
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The tickle, the taste of
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It used to be the reason I breathed, but now it's choking me up
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Die young and save yourself
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Name Sic Transit Gloria ... Glory Fades
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Artist Brand New
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Album Deja Entendu
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