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With twenty springs and nowhere to go,
a soul on strike and pockets cold,
drunken dreams on every bench,
shouting "tomorrow" through a voice of dread.
I worked on promises, smoked my hopes,
with more faith than fear, more thirst than bread,
my goals were hanging from the streetlights,
and the world was a train that never slowed.
(Chorus)
And now I've got the job and the car,
but I've lost the hunger, the nights come too far.
How expensive dreams become when the soul grows old,
when dreams... are no longer sold.
And now I can afford all the excess,
too many comforts, too few kisses.
Damn this peace I never expected to find...
when dreams... still hurt standing upright.
I had a love that smelled like fire,
she disappeared without goodbye.
I thought the world was just a calendar,
and life a bar with no clock on the wall.
Now I work from nine until exhaustion,
in suit and tie, I buried the rebel.
But sometimes I look into the glass
and see the kid... who's no longer there.
(Chorus)
And now I've got the job and the car,
but I've lost the hunger, the nights come too far.
How expensive dreams become when the soul grows old,
when dreams... are no longer sold.
And now I can afford all the excess,
too many comforts, too few kisses.
Damn this peace I never expected to find...
when dreams... still hurt standing upright.
I’m not saying I don't live,
I just don't burn anymore.
I cross paths with shadows,
I used to be a bard.
Give me a guitar, a drink and the moon,
let me be nobody again,
let me feel like foam upon the waves,
drifting free into the night.
(Final Chorus)
And now I've got the job and the car,
but I've lost the hunger, the nights come too far.
How expensive dreams become when the soul grows old,
when dreams... are no longer sold.
And now I can afford all the excess,
too many comforts, too few kisses.
I signed with life without reading the small print...
And my dreams...
I no longer know where they've gone.
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Title I BURIED THE REBEL
With twenty springs and nowhere to go,
a soul on strike and pockets cold,
drunken dreams on every bench,
shouting "tomorrow" through a voice of dread.
I worked on promises, smoked my hopes,
with more faith than fear, more thirst than bread,
my goals were hanging from the streetlights,
and the world was a train that never slowed.
(Chorus)
And now I've got the job and the car,
but I've lost the hunger, the nights come too far.
How expensive dreams become when the soul grows old,
when dreams... are no longer sold.
And now I can afford all the excess,
too many comforts, too few kisses.
Damn this peace I never expected to find...
when dreams... still hurt standing upright.
I had a love that smelled like fire,
she disappeared without goodbye.
I thought the world was just a calendar,
and life a bar with no clock on the wall.
Now I work from nine until exhaustion,
in suit and tie, I buried the rebel.
But sometimes I look into the glass
and see the kid... who's no longer there.
(Chorus)
And now I've got the job and the car,
but I've lost the hunger, the nights come too far.
How expensive dreams become when the soul grows old,
when dreams... are no longer sold.
And now I can afford all the excess,
too many comforts, too few kisses.
Damn this peace I never expected to find...
when dreams... still hurt standing upright.
I’m not saying I don't live,
I just don't burn anymore.
I cross paths with shadows,
I used to be a bard.
Give me a guitar, a drink and the moon,
let me be nobody again,
let me feel like foam upon the waves,
drifting free into the night.
(Final Chorus)
And now I've got the job and the car,
but I've lost the hunger, the nights come too far.
How expensive dreams become when the soul grows old,
when dreams... are no longer sold.
And now I can afford all the excess,
too many comforts, too few kisses.
I signed with life without reading the small print...
And my dreams...
I no longer know where they've gone.
Work type Music
Tags rock, legión, fachas, legionarios, ejercito, españa, metal, patriotas
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Identifier 2606086006967
Entry date Jun 8, 2026, 8:55 AM UTC
License All rights reserved
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Author - Composer. Holder Ivan Sanchis Garcia. Date Jun 8, 2026.
Author - Lyricist. Holder Ivan Sanchis Garcia. Date Jun 8, 2026.
Author - Song producer . Holder Ivan Sanchis Garcia. Date Jun 8, 2026.
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