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Albumtrack 19 · Booze with Good Friends

Last Call for the Faithful

CONRUN · Michael · The Chosen Ones

Titel 19 des Albums Booze with Good Friends.

23. März 2026 Hard Rock · Folk Rock 4:49

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Last Call for the Faithful ist Titel 19 des 20 Songs umfassenden Albums Booze with Good Friends. Der von CONRUN freigegebene Originaltext ist auf dieser Seite vollständig nachzulesen.

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Neon bleeds on wood and steelOne last song one last real

The loud ones left with lightning in their veinsChasing after anything that still remainsBut we stayed put we kept the table warmLike old saints in a cigarette stormYour laugh still hangs in the amber airAnd every scar feels honest here

So lift it slowNot high not hardJust heart to heartIn this last glow

Last call for the faithfulFor the ones who never ranFor the quiet kind of dangerousWho still hold out a handHere is to the nights we ownedTo the dreams we would not spareWe were loud we were braveWe were there

Bar lights low like a sunset in a glassFaces blur but the brotherhood will lastNo more proving no more need to winJust a toast to the shape we have beenThe road outside can wait its turnTonight we let the memories burn

So take a breathLet the noise fall throughIt is not the endIt is the proof

Last call for the faithfulFor the ones who never ranFor the quiet kind of dangerousWho still hold out a handHere is to the nights we ownedTo the dreams we would not spareWe were loud we were braveWe were there

To every friend who found a home in smoke and songTo every wrong turn that taught us how to carry onIf tomorrow comes with teeth and coldWe will meet it like we always doWith a spark in our bonesAnd a glass for the crew

Last call for the faithfulHear the room begin to singNot a funeral not a failureJust the closing of a ringHere is to the days aheadAnd the nights we still will dareWe have lived we have lovedWe were there

Neon fades but not our fireLast call done we do not tire