| This is my life and these are my friends
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| We’re a rowdy group of dreamers, drinkers, and has-beens
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| Playing music that we love, tossing caution to the wind
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| Yeah, this is my life and these are my friends
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| Going down the road in a 12-bunk bus
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| The a/c's out and the vents blow dust
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| The bathroom’s dirty and the crew ain’t showered in days
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| It’s brisket for lunch and pizza at night
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| Load-in, load-out, «good morning,» «good night»
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| Comin' in hot and leaving in a glory of blaze
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| This is my life and these are my friends
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| We’re a rowdy group of dreamers, drinkers, and has-beens
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| Playing music that we love, tossing caution to the wind
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| Yeah, this is my life and these are my friends
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| William’s loud but he’s a good hang
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| He’s the buddy that you want to bring
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| To your backyard bbq partying all night long
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| John’s an eloquent and pensive writer
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| Turns a simple phrase into something brighter
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| Pens it with the ease of an old dance hall savant
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| Cleto’s a poet and we all know it
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| Worries about the world and tries not to show it
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| Sings honest words through a soft-spoken Midland drawl
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| Me, I’m pretty blunt but I’ve got a good heart
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| I’m feeling blessed and the craziest part
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| Is tonight the only place I want to be is here with y’all
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| This is my life and these are my friends
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| We’re a rowdy group of dreamers, drinkers, and has-beens
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| Playing music that we love, tossing caution to the wind
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| Yeah, this is my life and these are my friends
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| Yeah, this is my life and these are my friends |