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Thursday, 20 August 2009

ABBC


Well, we busted out of class
Had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a three-minute record baby
Than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighbourhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes
And follow your dreams down

Well, we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against the wind
Now I'm living to grow young again
And hear your sisters voice calling us home across the open yards
Believing we could cut someplace of our own
With these drums and these guitars

We made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim
The walls of my room are closing in
There's a war outside still raging
They say it ain't ours anymore to win
I wanna sleep beneath peaceful skies and in my lover's bed
With a wide open country in my heart
And these romanics dreams in my head

Because we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

No retreat, baby,
No surrender.

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