| The boasts they pull that you see through;
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| They only front just to try to get close to you
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| And all those boys with vaccuum hearts
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| Celebrating midnight like slaves to their arts
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| Maybe you’re jealous you aren’t
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| Family fought for country taught;
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| You only learnt to hide your accent when you speak to them
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| College towns just know their own;
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| Now you can drink, you can kill a Marlboro Light in less than six drags, I know
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| But tonight you’re slow
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| Never going to be the models that we wanted
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| Never going to sleep with idols we crave
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| Just throw your arms around the nights we lag behind
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| And know that when you sleep, at least you got… this one song
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| Broke yourself for faint routine
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| Melodrama drags outside and chokes the air from your chest
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| All call-me-friends in smoking pens
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| With shaky hands, and only if you promise not to act surprised
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| To let the moment pass you by like it’s not yours
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| He’s spoken, he’s spoken for
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| She sleeps with darkness
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| You know her name
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| She sleeps with darkness
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| All the same |