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20 Years ago a couple kids playing guitars singing in a band
Still here underground hashing it out
Still playing shows hanging with our friends
Wherever we are we're staying late
We're gonna play till we can't stand
Long Days Long Nights, time and time again
Might come back home with two black eyes
And a ten thousand yard stare
17 New Brunswick bars playing basements growing UP
Dollar demos and matinees and malls and parking lots
One year later one nineteen, back in Boston at a church
Climb in the back of a big black van on the road we're taking off
Long Days Long Nights, time and time again
Might come back home with two black eyes
And a ten thousand yard stare
20 Years go by like pages from a calendar blowing in the wind
Under highway signs and flashing
Lights and fading stars and black nights
Days turn into years and seconds
Last longer than decades fall like sand
Long Days Long Nights, time and time again
Might come back home with two black eyes
And a ten thousand yard stare
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