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We are just four guys who's dreams are all the same Playing shows, hearing those who scream out our name But we're stuck down in Carl's basement Hoping someday we will finally make it The town where we live has a bad scene No good bands, with no fans get publicity The club lets you play cause you boost bar sales I'd get drunk if I had to listen to you wail I know that if we try to make a difference We just might pull it off We'll be doing what we want to do I don't know why it turns out this way We wanna be the first ones in line I will never cry, there will be another day Another chance, another show to play From Letras Mania