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A progressively increasingly
Noisy wake-up call
To start it all again
A beginning with no end in sight

And all I wanna do is
Get in our van with no plan
And arrive some place I've never been
And play for less than 20 kids

A 40 hour plus week
Sounds less appealing
Than living on the street.

Barely scraping by feels better
When all I hear is my ears ringing
From the best nights of my life