| With laughing eyes I do recall
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| Every face that crammed this hall
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| And in this room our hats were hung
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| And words were written and songs were sung
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| And we held our glasses high
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| And we dared to reach for the sky
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| And we never would grow old
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| When we were the new boys
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| And on these streets we were like kings
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| We’d roll and tumble, fight and sing
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| And in these smoky pubs the yarns were spun
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| And many a sweetheart was lost and won
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| And on these green fields we played for pride
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| No quarter given, no compromise
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| We were lovers and we were sons
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| When we were the new boys
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| When we were the new boys
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| Behind this cellar doors on cheap guitars
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| We played our blues 'til the early hours
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| No one listening but a few old friends
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| We never dreamed it could ever end
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| This was our moment, this was our space
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| This was a jewel of a time to have graced
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| But they’re all sweet memories now
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| When we were the new boys
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| When we were the new boys
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| All my life I’ve been running
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| Down the side of this hill
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| But way down deep in my heart
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| Don’t want the water to ever be still
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| All these friends have long since gone
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| Blown and scattered like autumn leaves
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| Some are lawyers and some are thieves
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| Some are now behind the sun
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| But I’ll never, never be afraid
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| From the cradle to the grave
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| I learned my lesson and I learned it well
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| When we were the new boys
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| When we were the new boys
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| When we were the new
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| Aw yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| And we held our glasses high
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| And we dared to reach for the sky
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| And we never would grow old
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| When we were the new boys
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| When we were the new boys
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| When we were the new boys
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| When we were the new boys |