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Phone it in again, another in bank, I'm spoiled by the riches I had a line to remember and I wrote it in the sand Tried to go get it but the tide swooned We are the lucky ones, we ain't got it so bad Baby, you go all in, sometimes you win You bet We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers Here be no guts, no glory There be no guts, no glory Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me We share without knowing, screams soaring in every direction We sweat like boat builders and marvel at our work, Smiling at the imperfections We are the lucky ones, we ain't got it so bad Baby, you go all in, sometimes you win We will get up to get down Keep the faith, sing loud We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers Here be no guts, no glory There be no guts, no glory Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me Letras de cancionesWhy'd I wait so long to break these chains Give them our regards out there Tell them we'll be back again New Bedford, bury me somewhere near you Smiling at the imperfections as they disappear over the horizon From Rain City to Gainesville we ran Then back to Melville again With whiskey-soaked tales, half-forgotten Still in the bottle at the bottom Tell me why'd I wait so long to break these chains around me Why'd I wait so long to take the reins of my life Why'd I wait so long to break these chains Why'd I wait so long to take the reins We are the noise makers, the modern wayfarers Here be no guts, no glory There be no guts, no glory here I've been guilty, I know it, believe me I admit, I've been bored, I've been lazy Down and out on Cherokee Street Give our regards to them 'til we return again New Bedford, bury me somewhere near you Somewhere near you From Letras Mania