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The music scene is dead in this town
So when all my friends come around
We end up at the places that used to play our sound
The trendy youth and the bourgeoisie
Consume the streets with apathy
But we refuse to let the old dreams drown

But there's still the old elite
As we rub shoulders with the priests
And the weekend superstars
And we smoke ourselves to death
As we toast to their good health
And drink white russians from the bar

Skinny jeans and feathered hair teens
And all the social go betweens
Pondering the poison they'll pick this evening
But I've still got my wandering sons
Charge your glasses, show me some love
Enchanted by the trail of dust we're leaving

Trading tales and battle scars
From punk rock girls and cheap guitars
To seeking glory from the road
And dying young from growing old

But we will
We will never be
We will
We will never be lonely
Never be lonely

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Jimmy Richards Glasgow, UK

Jimmy Richards is a musician, writer and vlogger from Glasgow, Scotland. He likes tea, beer and baked goods. He dislikes capitalism, modern horror films and the works of Ben Stiller.

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