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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.