Seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men.
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I need some sleep.
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They hate the songs.
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We hate them too.
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This show is free.
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Twenty minutes in broke another fucking string.
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Just call it luck.
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They start to leave.
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I start to plead.
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Someone yells you suck.
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Suddenly that joe kicks hard in my veins.
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I cool down.
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Things sound good right now.
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Suddenly fists turn into brave ears, move as one.
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Funny how no one knows we came.
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They wouldn't come anyway.
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Should I feel grateful to play.
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I'm living life my way.
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I fell in love with my enemy.
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I let go of everything I had left at home.
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Two cool people came.
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They're hiding by the door.
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Eyes wide with fright.
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A guy, a girl, in love with the whole world.
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It almost makes it right.
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Every little thing must go wrong.
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Tour Song
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| Jawbreaker |
