Back to the Glory

(Slow build: Clean guitar arpeggio + synth pad swell, then drums kick in)

Instrumental intro (based on the chorus melody)

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Vocals come in soft but gritty

Neon lights and leather dreams,

Big hair and broken seams,

We lived fast, we burned bright,

Every day was Friday night.

Cassette tapes in a Mustang roar,

MTV gods we all adored,

Midnight calls on a landline phone,

We had each other, never felt alone.

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Now it’s all gone digital, clean and cold,

But I still feel the fire in my soul…

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(Full band explodes here, arena-filling sound)

Bring back the glory, bring back the sound,

Of big hearts and even bigger towns.

A power chord, a rebel cry,

When we ruled the world and touched the sky.

Raise your fist, don’t fade to black—

The 80s rocked, let’s bring ‘em back!

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Short lead guitar fill between chorus & verse.

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Denim dreams and thunder drums,

Love like lightning, wild and young.

We danced through danger, kissed the flame,

No regrets, just fortune and fame.

A locket heart, a backstage pass,

Living loud and living fast,

Every scar a badge we wore,

Wishing we could feel it once more.

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These plastic days just don’t compare,

To the nights we flew with teased-up hair…

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Bring back the glory, bring back the sound,

Of big hearts and even bigger towns.

A power chord, a rebel cry,

When we ruled the world and touched the sky.

Raise your fist, don’t fade to black—

The 80s rocked, let’s bring ‘em back!

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(Shredding solo in the vein of Slash or C.C. DeVille—starts melodic, ends with a squealing dive bomb.)

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Strike up the band, let the solos scream,

Plug in the past, relive the dream.

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Bring back the glory, bring back the sound,

Let the legends rise from underground.

We’ll sing it loud, we’ll take it higher—

Our youth, our fire, our one desire.

Raise your fist, don’t fade to black—

The 80s rocked…

Let’s bring ‘em back!

(Big final chord hit + sustained wail on guitar + echoing snare roll out)

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