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top 13 artistas

  1. Angela Maria
  2. LetoDie
  3. Racionais MC's
  4. BK'
  5. Ferrugem
  6. Alisson e Neide
  7. Católicas
  8. Biollo
  9. Damares
  10. Samuel Mariano
  11. Melim
  12. Gaab
  13. Eliã Oliveira

top 13 musicas

  1. Gritos da Torcida
  2. Jesus Chorou
  3. Calmaria
  4. Sou Eu
  5. Cobaia (part. Maiara e Maraísa)
  6. Minha Linda Bela
  7. Ouvi Dizer
  8. Coladinha em Mim (part. Gustavo Mioto)
  9. Deus Escrevendo
  10. No Tempo Dele
  11. Sinto a Sua Falta
  12. Te Amo Disgraça
  13. Nossa Conversa
Confira a Letra Sic Transit Gloria… Glory Fades

We Are The In Crowd

Sic Transit Gloria… Glory Fades

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

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 reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but 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 says.
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 tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her,
but she's probably only looking for se-...

So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of 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 believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

Up the stairs: the station where
the act becomes the art of growing up.

The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

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