So we started following where the stars pointed us to go to that night
The whole gang on foot. Beads of sand tickle our soles.
Who could care less?
The moon is our spotlight. The stars, our audience.
This one is for those behind the camera.
A shot of cheap cocktail and nacho salsa.
The only thing we should forget this night, is the number of failures we’ve made.
Here’s to the years that came and gone.
To the band of brothers and sisters , we are the stars that shine on.
We live across borders, our voices the same.
Though different our faces, we are called the same name.
So raise your glasses and welcome to the night.
Tomorrow we wake up to the sound of our delight.
Play our symphony shout our songs
We live in a world where heartbeats are louder than gongs
The kids around the block will sing our lyrics
They will pass it on like wild fire roaring:
“Our spark is the light. Our light will live on. Though different our faces. Our maker is one.”
So we drink for this night. We drink for tomorrow.
For failures we’ve made, we live not for sorrow.
So friends and foes, we come as one.
Our moonshine hangover has just begun.
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