| Another year I抦 here, unload the gear
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| There抯 a health food restaurant over there
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| The sound抯 check抯 now but no one cares
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| Hey what time are we on stage?
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| The trailer抯 like a puzzle packed
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| With T-shirts, drums, and all our crap
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| We take it back
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| It抯 a science the third day
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| Now we pack the gear, we抮e out of here
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| It抯 a 14 hour drive but no one抯 sleeping
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| Say your good-byes and then we抮e in the van again
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| Relationships we抮e on the phone
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| The autobahn抯 our second home
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| I know those roads, from Berlin to Rome
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| Like 80 in the states
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| And I love this city ad I抎 love to stay but at 12 o抍lock we抮e o our way
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| I抣l be back again in early May 'cause we just got added dates
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| I抳e traded in the university for this back seat and poverty
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| But this whole time I felt so free and learned more in the end
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| And winter has passed but we made it through
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| Don抰 tell me about paying dues
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| And if you paid, then you抣l know too
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| You抣l end up doing it again and again and again |