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The bus they pull that you see throughThe only front just to try and get close to youAnd all those boys in vacuum huts, celebrating midnight like slaves to their artsMaybe yr jealous? you aren'tFamily thought for country taughtYou only learnt to hide yr accent when you speak to themAnd college towns just know their ownNow you can drink or you can kill em' all by light or less than six drags i knowBut tonight yr slowNever gonna be the martyrs that we wantedNever gonna sleep with idols we craveJust throw yr arms around the nights you've left behindAnd know that when you sleep at least you got this one song(??)Melodrama drags aside and chugs the air from yr chest All "call me" friends and smoking pensWith shaky hands and only if you promise not to act surprisedTo let the moment pass you by like its not yrsHe's spoken, he's spoken forSongtexteNever gonna be the martyrs that we wantedNever gonna sleep with idols we craveJust throw yr arms around the nights you've left behindAnd know that when you sleep at least you got this one songShe sleeps with darknessYou know her nameShe sleeps with darknessAll the sameShe sleeps with darknessYou know her nameShe sleeps with darknessAll the same Aus Songtexte Mania