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No Montage - '68
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No Montage '68

No Montage - '68
[Verse 1]
My hands are weak
They're a soldier with no war
Good fathers are hard to hold
Once they are gone
It's the hardest time
That I've ever known
I love you all, but wise men say;
"That violent roads we make."

[Chorus 1]
That's not the end
Make it our own
Long, long way down
Long, long way to go

[Verse 2]
Now close all your eyes
The future so bright
But they've sold all their youth
For fame
But I can't recall their names
Never!

[Chorus 2]
And that's not the end
Make it our own
Long, long way down
Long, long way to go
It's something to hold
Something to fight
Something to sho-o-o-ow
Oh-oh-oh, ahh
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