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lyrics

in my basement there’s a room
8 by 7 though the ceiling’s low
all I need is some carpet
egg carton walls will mute the show

tyler duncan on the bass
my brother mike plays on my father’s rhodes
and rosie gallagher plays drums in a jazz band
and we can use her van to get to the show

and my parents don’t care
anytime

let’s go
let’s put on a show
one-two-three-go
we’ll race you to the finish line

let’s scream
let’s make a scene
just a band and a dream
of making people high

in my bedroom late at night
battered notebooks filled with silent songs
rosie climbs in my window
all that jazz has made her real strong

when she let’s me up, i sit her down
sing some lyrics from those yellow sheets
she’s smiling wide by the chorus
she slaps her thigh and stomps out the beat

and our girlfriends don’t care
anytime
anywhere

let’s go
let’s put on a show
see how far we can go
keep on pushing so we don’t slow down

let’s sing
let’s live life on a string
we’ll be the next big thing
a coast-to-coast tour
kids will buy our poster and dream

any day…
our planets align
our star will rise and shine

any day…
we’ll stick together
through thick or whatever

in the city there’s a club
fifty friends another hundred paid
i’m only scared for a moment
i let the volume wash my worry away

and the critics won’t care
anytime
anywhere

let’s go
let’s put on a show
one-two-three-go
we’ll race you to the finish line

let’s scream
let’s make a scene
just a band with a dream
of making people high
and our sad songs making people cry
an innocence that never dies