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I'm having a flashback to a time I wasn't there
The guys had bushy moustaches, and the girls would perm their hair
Success was always money and money moved the miles
The year was 1985 and 4 years before my time
We're always moving backwards in our search for something new
One day we'll trade our cellphones for comfy wooden pews
And sing songs about the empire and hymns about the truth
Stop looking in your textbooks, start looking at the proof

1985, oh 1985 what glorious year for us to be alive
These kids were only children, their parents taking sides
Making messes of the future, amidst their compromise

1985, oh 1985, I'd prefer 2015 when I'll be 25
And my life will be a vessel for you to feel alive
Born 1989 but I'm sure I've just arrived

We're all keys on a piano, our pitch defines our length
And the master writes the music, it's he who provides the strength
I'll strum the guitar, and we'll write a brand new song
You've been singing it for years, but it didn't seem that long
The bell tolls for every man, I'm no sexist, it's a phrase
Just like "sun" sounds like "son", not the daughter passing days
We're all guilty like a liar, caught out by his own lie
We're all guilty like a traitor, we're "men" of compromise

1985, oh 1985 in the middle of 80s where man is glorified
How little has changed, such things we have devised
To try to run from saving our tiny little lives

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from Tell Tales​/​Standing Stones A, released January 29, 2015

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