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Our story starts when I was fourteen years old: |
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My friends and I snuck out for our first punk show |
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We stuffed our beds and stole my sister's car |
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And spent the whole way there playing our air guitars |
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I had no clue what I was getting myself into |
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A few years later, met some guys in a rock band |
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Picked up a keyboard and I started singing |
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We wrote some songs and played our local bars |
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But never would've guessed that we would ever make it this far |
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Now and then, I still remember it sinking in |
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I called my mom on the way from NC to LA |
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'cause it helped me to feel close to home |
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I told her not to worry, got my best friends with me |
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Now I'm livin' my life on the road |
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Brought back some stories from the places we'd been to |
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And learned a lot from all the drama we went through |
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Then cut a record, started building a name |
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Got a real fanbase and our first taste of fame |
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It's funny how life has a way of just working out |
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I called my mom on the way from NC to LA |
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'cause it helped me to feel close to home |
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I told her not to worry, got my best friends with me |
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Now I'm livin' my life on the road |
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We've come a long way since the old days |
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And I'm proud to say I wouldn't change anything at all |
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'Cause once this road comes to an end |
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I'll have the memories of when: |
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I found it so hard to see but mom tried to believe |
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That life on the road isn't bad |
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'cause sooner or later, we all have to leave |
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But I'll never forget my way back |
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I called my mom on the way from NC to LA |
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'cause it helped me to feel close to home |
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I told her not to worry, got my best friends with me |
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Now I'm livin' my life on the road |
