Alba s touto skladbou:
To The Faithful Departed,
Seems like yesterday we were sixteen.
We were the rebels of the rebel scene.
He wore Doc Martens in the sun,
Drinking vintage cider having fun,
We were drinking vintage cider having fun.
It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all.
It wasn't often, hey...
It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all.
It wasn't often, hey...
Tut, tut tut, tut...
We wore Doc Martens in the snow.
(We will never go)
Paint our toe-nails black and let our hair grow.
(We will never grow)
What I am now's what I was then.
(We will never know)
I am not more acceptable than them.
But, I am not more acceptable than them.
It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all.
It wasn't often, hey...
It wasn't often, that we'd fight at all.
It wasn't often, hey...
It wasn't often.
It wasn't often.
It wasn't often.
It wasn't often.
It wasn't often.
It wasn't often.
It wasn't often.
It wasn't often.
Ah, ah ah ah, la la la...
Seems like yesterday we were sixteen.
We were the rebels of the rebel scene.
