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Pulled an all-nighter with the good old boysWith a turn of the key we took over the worldAnd we drove straight through the islandDrove straight through the islandPulled out the cork just to empty the wineJames didn't care how we ended that nightNo, we're not ever stoppingLet the tank run emptyYou won't take this from meNothing ever compares to the nights that we felt aliveIt's been so long since that Long Island sunriseDesperate to find the words to keep us aliveCloser to death than ever beforeGrandfather's whiskey to keep us warmWe're four fucked boys in plastic doorsBasic pawns at the end of the worldWe're kings amongst the damned, beggers and sinnersScraping at our pennies just to pay for our dinnerSpending all my days with the film school crewI heard about your family, the shit your going throughIt seems badCould it be worse?It could always be worseAt least you've got a good girl who will see you throughI can't do muchGood luck to youKeep your head up high, though your hearts in the groundI'll give you a call the next time I'm around Aus Songtexte Mania