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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