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So we started a band
We wrote some shitty song about lending a hand
To the poor little kid down the road
To play at all of our ultra-cool shows
Looking at an empty room
With nothing but our friends
Who will smile and clap for us
When we get off stage for the first time
It's hopefully not the last time
Chorus
You passed out our fliers
You paid our admission at the door
You wore our shirts just to make it known we existed
And we know it's not much
But we thank you for all that you do
And when the rest of the crowd stood
Staring emotionless
You scuffed up the floors
It's good to know someone's enjoying us
Especially when just the week before
We played to three people's backs
As they walked out the door
And I know we can't make it alone
And if you didn't want to hear
You could just stay home
But you stayed with us faithfully
And we play for you gratefully
repeat Chorus
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