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Battle Scars
04:40
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All your words run through my head
I sit and recount all the things that you said
Contemplating right and wrong
Seperating broken promises from deeds done
All the while I smile and shake my head
You dare not beat a path, you follow them instead
Bring me heartbreak, bring me failure,
Bring me glorious defeat
Bring the unknown, bring me danger,
Keep your mediocrity
At least I know, I'll have stories and battle scars to show
If only you could hear
The things they say about you when you're not near
They see us all as sheep
Just another problem solved to keep their lives sweet
All the while they laugh and count their bread
You dare not beat a path, you follow them instead
Bring me heartbreak, bring me failure,
Bring me glorious defeat
Bring the unknown, bring me danger,
Keep your mediocrity
At least I know, I'll have stories and battle scars to show
Put you foot down and go
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You and me well we go back a long way,
A better friend I could not have,
Life has thrown a lot in our direction,
Some things stuck while others bounce right back,
You've been there to lend your sympathy,
And tell me where I was going wrong,
The mark of a friend worth having is one who knows,
When to back you up or set you straight,
And I won't let you down,
No I won't let you down,
So listen to me lend me your ear,
I'll be honest I don't know what we're doing here,
We've been drinking until our pockets run dry,
And we've talked all night
I know that today you're feeling low,
Life has been hard lately I know,
But tomorrow will come after tonight,
And you will be alright,
You'll be alright,
You'll be alright
Tonight we will drink to all good things,
To that stupid football team, to Billy Bragg's strings,
To good friends a loves both present and past,
From first to last,
To Sir John McDermott, to Theakston XB,
To Lazlo Woodbine and to skirts above the knee,
To staying out so late you'll see the sun rise,
And to knowing you've done things right,
So listen to me lend me your ear,
And I'll tell you just what we're doing here,
We're drinking until our pockets run dry,
And we'll talk all night,
Wherever you are wherever you go,
Life will get hard sometimes I know,
but just keep your chin up kid and you'll realise,
That you will be,
Yeah you will be,
Yeah you will be,
Alright.
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