We Play for Free
Up and down
Win or lose
We roll the dice
In this life we choose
And every song
Is a magic trick
Applause an addiction
We just can't kick
22 hours of chaos
2 hours of ecstasy
We get paid for the lonely nights
Crushing lows, perilous heights
We get paid for loading the gear
Hearing your voice, your bittersweet tears
We wouldn't trade a moment
Living out our fantasy
'Cause when we hit that stage (when we hit that stage)
Your passion pays our wage
And we play for free
Broken down
East of Buffalo
On the road
To a sold out show
No time to lose
We hit the stage
It's our history
Turn another page
If you think that it's a non-stop party
Come with us and you will see
We get paid for the lonely nights
Crushing lows, perilous heights
We get paid for loading the gear
Hearing your voice, your bittersweet tears
We wouldn't trade a moment
Living out our fantasy
'Cause when we hit that stage (when we hit that stage)
Your passion pays our wage
And we play for free
There's something 'bout this rush we're feeling
We look around we must be dreaming
Faces similing, people cheering
Suddenly it's worth the miles
We get paid for the lonely nights
Crushing lows, perilous heights
We get paid for loading the gear
Hearing your voice, your bittersweet tears
We wouldn't trade a moment
Living out our fantasy
'Cause when we hit that stage (when we hit that stage)
Your passion pays our wage
And we play...
For free
Win or lose
We roll the dice
In this life we choose
And every song
Is a magic trick
Applause an addiction
We just can't kick
22 hours of chaos
2 hours of ecstasy
We get paid for the lonely nights
Crushing lows, perilous heights
We get paid for loading the gear
Hearing your voice, your bittersweet tears
We wouldn't trade a moment
Living out our fantasy
'Cause when we hit that stage (when we hit that stage)
Your passion pays our wage
And we play for free
Broken down
East of Buffalo
On the road
To a sold out show
No time to lose
We hit the stage
It's our history
Turn another page
If you think that it's a non-stop party
Come with us and you will see
We get paid for the lonely nights
Crushing lows, perilous heights
We get paid for loading the gear
Hearing your voice, your bittersweet tears
We wouldn't trade a moment
Living out our fantasy
'Cause when we hit that stage (when we hit that stage)
Your passion pays our wage
And we play for free
There's something 'bout this rush we're feeling
We look around we must be dreaming
Faces similing, people cheering
Suddenly it's worth the miles
We get paid for the lonely nights
Crushing lows, perilous heights
We get paid for loading the gear
Hearing your voice, your bittersweet tears
We wouldn't trade a moment
Living out our fantasy
'Cause when we hit that stage (when we hit that stage)
Your passion pays our wage
And we play...
For free
Credits
Writer(s): James M Peterik
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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