| Well, the soundman never showed
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| The doorman cracks a whip
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| The bartender’s standing in the middle of the street
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| With his pants around his neck
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| We loaded in--couple hours ago
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| Now we’re standing around
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| Wondering who’ll show
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| Somebody famous
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| Played here last night
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| Two underage kids were found beneath the stage
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| There was a pretty nasty fight
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| When we started out
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| We fought all the time
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| Dumb and afraid
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| And out of our minds
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| But we got up and played
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| We got up and sang
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| We plugged in our guitars
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| We tried to make it rain
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| We got up and played
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| I was thinking of you
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| Thought I’d give you a call
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| I went out for a walk
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| Searching in vain
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| For some life beyond these walls
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| The eucalyptus trees
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| Were all standing bare
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| Yeah, Cleveland’s kind of sad
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| This time of year
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| But we got up and played
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| We got up and sang
|
| We plugged in our guitars
|
| And tried to make it rain
|
| We got up and played
|
| Well, the soundman never showed
|
| The doorman cracks a whip
|
| The bartender’s standing in the middle of the street
|
| With his pants around his neck
|
| We loaded in--couple hours ago
|
| Now we’re standing around
|
| Wondering who’ll show |