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friends of our youth

friends of our youth

Performer

David Boon

Electric Guitar

Patrick McKeown

Patrick McKeown

Acoustic Guitar

John Keaveny

Electric Bass Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

David Boon

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Olly Betts

Producer

Texty

(maybe someday)

you say you'll knock it down

it's no good to us

we say we'll kick you out

and start the fire

the search is on

we've still not found

your higher ground

just your mansion walls

please don't push us around

then say sorry

don't feed us lies

then starve us from choices

telegraph poles

and long back alleys

green fields brown walls

of my chimney town

when we were children

late home for meals

that we never finished

and never even wanted

now we're just servants

and a dealer on speed dial

bad news for breakfast

and gossip at break time

telegraph poles

and long back alleys

green fields brown walls

of my chimney town

fading sunlight

on the empty bus stops

fading hopes

under leaking roof tops

can you see it

(never thought we'd miss so much so young)

dreams are shattered

(I never thought we'd see so much gone wrong)

there's no fight

(never thought we'd miss so much so young)

because nothing matters

(I never thought we'd see so much gone wrong)

telegraph poles

(never thought we'd miss so much so young)

and long back alleys

(I never thought we'd see so much gone wrong)

green fields brown walls

(never thought we'd miss so much so young)

of my chimney town

(I never thought we'd see so much gone wrong)

telegraph poles

(never thought we'd miss so much so young)

and long back alleys

(I never thought we'd see so much gone wrong)

green fields brown walls

(never thought we'd miss so much so young)

of my chimney town

(I never thought we'd see so much gone wrong)

telegraph poles

(never thought we'd miss so much so young)

and long back alleys

(I never thought we'd see so much gone wrong)

green fields brown walls

(I never thought we'd see so much gone wrong)

of my chimney town

Written by: David Boon

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