| Build it up and take it to the streets
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| Because if it can’t be seen what does it mean
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| If it can’t stand upright alone
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| Watch it fall down, hang your head back home
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| But chances are that someone gives a damn
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| And that will validate your sweat; |
| every songs for them
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| But by all means keep this from your head
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| Because things you say become what you said
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| And don’t forget why you came to play
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| Take the first slot and don’t get paid
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| But if there’s one thing with which you should walk away
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| Is what will set you apart — drive far away and play
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| Then stick around and meet the other bands
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| Because here’s the situation as it stands
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| They will need a place to stay on tour
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| So they will give you drink and let you sleep on their floor
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| And at some shows they will be the crowd
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| So when they are finished sing your praise out loud
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| And in the end you will have a friend
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| Because you’ve sweat it out just like them
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| So when times get tough and you need a place to stay
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| Just get back in the van and drive far away and play
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| There we were standing around
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| We had not much to say; |
| our eyes were on the ground
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| We were broke and we had our own problems
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| But our choices were to drive or hit rock bottom
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| Reluctantly we climbed back in the van
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| No one said a word as we left San Fran
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| The tire hum made our burdens slip away
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| And we were so free because we were far away |