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Текст песни Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades

Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it. She stripped from
head to toe and then left him with his shoulder out. Go get your
heartbeat. It beats me straight into the ground. You don't recover
from a night like this. Our victim, still lying in bed, completely
motionless. A hand moves in the dark to her zipper. And a boy
best in tourniquet sheets barely whispers, "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 filled with
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. Get the body on the bed like it's flowered and
he starts going down. The people, the focus. The reasons that
I had to believe you weren't too hard to settle. Die young and

save yourself. They take all the taste out. It used to be the
reason that we're even, now it's choking me up. Die young and
save yourself. She hits the lights. This doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends, he doesn't feel
so prepared. She's breathing quiet and smooth, he's gasping for
air. "This is the first and last time", he said. She fakes a
smile and presses her hips into his. He keeps his hands pinned
down at his sides. He's holding back from telling her exactly
what it really feels like. He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
Nothing that he touches is really having an effect. He whispers
that he loves her, but she's probably only looking for... (Up
the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing
old.) So much more than he could ever give. A life full of lies
and failing relationships. 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 people, the focus. The reasons that I had to believe you
weren't too hard to settle. Die young and save yourself. They
take all the taste out. It used to be the reason that we're even,
now it's choking me up. Die young and save yourself. Up the stairs,
the station where the act becomes the art of growing old. The
people, the focus. The reasons that I had to believe you weren't
too hard to settle. Die young and save yourself. They take all
the taste out. It used to be the reason that we're even, now
it's choking me up. Die young and save yourself.