three hours and one ticket later
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after plying in a barn
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in a used auto lot
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where it was so cold
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i could not
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fret the notes just right
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we headed back to our hometown
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where we'll dream of better things to come
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dream of better things to come
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ten minutes after finishing
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we're packed up to go home
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and face another day
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cause once again we were not paid
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enough to cover food or rent
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or anything we need
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to make these roadtrips not a dream
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i'll dream of better things to come
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True Story
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| Unsung Zeros |
