Old Groove.

Testo:

© Psychedelic1
Old Groove
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In the 1980's
Through the broken dreams we ran
And alienation made us strangers
In our own land
And fonder memories
We had to cast aside

Stand and fight or fall

Our thoughts stayed secret
For we dared not to confide
Undying lovers
Still made pacts of suicide

Wakened from a nightmare
At the edge of my bed
I can't believe the terror
That's inside of my head
Is it real?
Is it fantasy?
Is it another life?

We choose the roads
That lead to our own gain
What's left behind
Is there for who remains
In the 1980's we'd do well
To break the chains

For it may well be the night
Of the long knives
It may well be
The carving of the coin
In the 1980's we'll fight
To run our own lives
The rusty axe over our heads
Will be gone
For it may well be the night
Of the long knives
It may well be
The great awakening

In the 1980's
We'll crack the ancient archives
Excavate the magic
Of the Kings.