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Amidst the rows of fast food stores
And tattoo parlors
There抯 a crowded little record store
And a band is playing tonight upstairs
Its Friday night 5 bucks at the door
It抯 already packed and they pack in some more
Shoulder to shoulder to shoulder you know
To watch us go
The faces are the same in every town
But it抯 here four hours and change from home
Tired and hungry
No money, just "Good show"
"The money抯 tight you know"
Pack up slightly pissed off
This is where I抦 home.
Clap for me.
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