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(feat. Anthony Raneri of Bayside) Back in '95 A little boy from just outside of London Took a fated trip across the ocean And little did he know That he would find his voice in verse and chorus Making wishes on his broken stereo Can't shake the noise from his bones Hear it all play out in distant echoes So long, soldier Cruise controller Satellite trajectory, guide us into reverie And come down to voice a generation Late 2005 The boy's got plans as crazy as his friends They take their chances driving West alone Give 'em six more years, and see what time will do for hopeless dreamers Singing wishes to their broken stereo You can't shake the noise from their bones Hear it all play out in distant echoes Songtexte So long, soldier Cruise controller Satellite trajectory, guide us into reverie And come down to voice a generation So long, soldier Cruise controller Satellite trajectory, guide us into reverie And come down to voice a generation Aus Songtexte Mania