Back in '95
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A little boy from just outside of London
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Took a fated trip across the ocean
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And little did he know
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That he would find his voice in verse and chorus
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Making wishes on his broken stereo
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Can't shake the noise from his bones
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Hear it all play out in distant echoes
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So long, soldier
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Cruise controller
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Satellite trajectory, guide us into reverie
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And come down to voice a generation
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Late 2005
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The boy's got plans as crazy as his friends
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They take their chances driving West alone
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Give 'em six more years, and see what time will do for hopeless dreamers
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Singing wishes to their broken stereo
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You can't shake the noise from their bones
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Hear it all play out in distant echoes
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So long, soldier
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Cruise controller
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Satellite trajectory, guide us into reverie
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And come down to voice a generation
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So long, soldier
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Cruise controller
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Satellite trajectory, guide us into reverie
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And come down to voice a generation
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So Long, Soldier
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| All Time Low |
