| Everybody’s got themselves a plan
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| And everybody thinks they’ll be the man, including the girls
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| The musicians who lack the friends to form a band are singer-songwriters
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| The rest of us are DJ’s or official club photographers
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| And tonight I’m playing another Nambucca show
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| So I’m going through my phonebook, texting everyone I know
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| And quite a few I don’t, whose numbers found their way into my phone
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| But they might come along anyway, you never really know
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| None of this is going anywhere
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| Pretty soon we’ll all be old
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| And no one left alive will really care
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| About our glory days, when we sold our souls
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| But if you’re all about the destination, then take a fucking flight
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| We’re going nowhere slowly, but we’re seeing all the sights
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| And we’re definitely going to hell
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| But we’ll have all the best stories to tell
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| Yes, I am definitely going to hell
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| But, I’ll have all the best stories to tell |