Everybody? got themselves a plan,
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Everybody thinks they?l be the man, including the girls.
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The musicians who lack the friends to form a band are singer-songwriters,
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The rest of us are DJ? or official club photographers.
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And tonight I? playing another Nambucca show,
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So I? going through my phonebook, texting everyone I know,
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And I quite a few I don?, whose numbers found their way into my phone,
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But they might come along anyway, you never really know.
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None of this is going anywhere br />
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Pretty soon we?l all be old,
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And no one left alive will really care
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About our glory days, when we sold our souls.
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But if you?e all about the destination, then take a fucking flight.
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We?e going nowhere slowly, but we?e seeing all the sights.
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And we?e definitely going to hell,
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But we?l have all the best stories to tell.
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The Ballad Of Me And My Friends
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| Frank Turner |
