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Amidst the rows of fast food stores And tattoo parlors Thereæ#138#¯ a crowded little record store And a band is playing tonight upstairs Its Friday night 5 bucks at the door Itæ#138#¯ already packed and they pack in some more Shoulder to shoulder to shoulder you know To watch us go The faces are the same in every town But itæ#138#¯ here four hours and change from home Tired and hungry No money, just "Good show" "The moneyæ#138#¯ tight you know" Pack up slightly pissed off This is where Iæ#138#¦ home. Clap for me. |