| Another night of playing in the boondocks
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| Another night of cryin' in our beer
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| Another night of Mary quite contrary
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| Crowds that never came and humpin' gear
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| Down the oul' white line to fame and fortune
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| Maybe next time written in the sky
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| Always some new song to lift our spirits
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| With dreams that don’t come through but never die
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| We are the dreamers and believers
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| The singers and the sinners and the breakers of the mould
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| We’re the lovers and the leavers the lonely self deceivers
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| We are the music makers and the hard men for the road
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| Another night of so-called tour engagements
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| Another dartboard nightmare far from home
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| Half the band don’t talk to one another
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| The other half are lyin' on the phone
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| Ah it’s a great life if you just don’t weaken
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| Singin' songs and sellin' love’s sweet dreams
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| But there’s magic when we play it together
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| Don’t ask me what it is or what it means
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| We are the dreamers and believers
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| The singers and the sinners and the breakers of the mould
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| We’re the lovers and the leavers the lonely self deceivers
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| We are the music makers and the hard men for the road
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| You’ll see our battered wagons on the highway
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| Makin' pitstops at a thousand nameless bars
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| We’re living for the moment and the music
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| Singing songs and reaching for the stars
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| But sometimes in the heart of all the madness
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| There are moments money cannot buy
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| When the singer and the song just come together
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| And the music is pure magic and that’s why
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| We are the dreamers and believers
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| The singers and the sinners and the breakers of the mould
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| We’re the lovers and the leavers the lonely self deceivers
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| We are the music makers and the hard men for the road
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| We are the dreamers and believers
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| The singers and the sinners and the breakers of the mould
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| We’re the lovers and the leavers the lonely self deceivers
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| We are the music makers and the hard men for the road |