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Our Last Bridge
03:32
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Broken bones and hearts, these days where filled with scares,
Fingers burnt, lessons learned,
Wouldn't change a moment for anything.
Long gone are glory days and Huntly Grove,
So say goodbye to innocence now we know.
All good things have endings.
Ten years, give or take a month or so,
Integral fixture in our lives but we know,
All good things have endings.
So raise your glass, make a toast and celebrate,
Watch as the curtain falls down.
We've taken the long way home now,
Burned all our bridges.
Long drives, broken vans and late nights,
New towns, new faces, new insights,
Friendships made won't ever fade.
And one smile is all we need to see us through,
We'll make tonight our story then we'll burn the page,
Friendships made won't ever fade.
So let go, the time has come to walk away,
Watch as the curtain falls down.
So this is goodbye, it's farewell my friends, we've come to the end but,
I swear I'll be there for you.
We've burned all our bridges tonight.
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Vernacular Cry
02:54
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If we stand up and fight for the things we believe in,
Then a change in society can be achieved.
Educating through communicating,
Co-operation not confrontation.
I know you've got a conscience, so be fearless enough to use it.
It's time to start the progress,
Open your eyes, don't believe their lies.
Let's stand tall make our voices heard.
Freedom and liberty, no longer a reality,
They're selling all their lies and we're buying everyone of them,
Stop, look, listen to everything they're saying,
Wake up.
We're the people, the power, we can ,make a difference,
We just need to prepare ourselves to react.
Education through communication,
Evolution needs revolution.
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Huntly Grove
02:55
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well this was our life, well this was your life,
So many hopeful dreams and so many best laid schemes.
We had some good times didn't we? Yes my friends,
14 Huntly Grove
So many friends made, so many bands played,
United by one goal yet divided by the equal.
We had the minds to bring the world to it's knees,
14 Huntly Grove.
Such a short time in our lives,
But integral, instrumental,
To the way things used to be.
We never realised, we never recognised,
The grass is always greener when you're standing on the other side.
We took for granted all the glory days that we had
14 Huntly Grove.
It brought us closer, it pushed us further,
The key to our success was the ability to make the progress,
There'll always be a place in our hearts for that one,
14 Huntly Grove.
Fallen dreams and broken hearts, to those long gone days we raise a glass.
Never thought those days would end but life goes on my friends.
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Astray
03:10
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An empty glass is all that's left to remind me of this mess.
I don't know what to say to you, I miss you my friend.
Remember when we took a drive? We drove for hours through the night,
We listened to our favourite songs time and time again.
We watched the sun rise, we saw the moon slide,
The dawning of a new day our dreams where there for taking.
Now bring back the glory days.
Remember when we first met.
Those longs gone summer days.
I won't forget.
So innocent.
Laughed together, danced together,
Shared so many things together,
Every step we took was like the first we ever made.
We played by our rules, we had the right to,
The golden days of innocence,
Our dreams where there for making.
The path that we've taken has led us astray,
If i knew how I could I would bring back today,
The times we shared, the love we had, I want you back.
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Class of 98
03:38
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We'll listen to old classics,
Those great tunes always hit the mark.
Never thought we'd end up sitting here sipping wine,
By the fire reminiscing all the good times,
Never said this would be easy when it's over,
Old friends stay true until the end so,
Not long ago now, we felt invincible,
The whole world at our feet and more but,
They're golden memories,
So hush and press play baby,
Just can't take that feeling ever away.
Pleas play those songs now,
Fingers pointing in the air,
One more time for glory days and sing windmill pit bull,
The world was our stage,
All ages, all dayers where the way.
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