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Parking Lot Seagulls

from Uncle Dan by Uncle Dan

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Empty bellies, empty pockets
Yeah, we're hungry and broke
And we're barely making money
We're just staying alfoat
Take a drag and make it last
Cause its our last pack of smokes
Yeah, whatever man I'll see you at the show

Empty bellies, empty pockets
Yeah, we're hungry and broke
And we're barely making money
We're just staying alfoat
Take a drag and make it last
Cause its our last pack of smokes
We gotta go, we gotta go

Man i gotta, man i gotta, man i gotta go
I gotta pack my shit and then i gotta hit the road
Overstayed my welcome now i feel uncomfortable
I gotta go I gotta go i gotta go

Luckily the drivers sober cause we're drinking in the back
We are always on the road, we can never relax
We could kill two birds at once if we could find a place to crash
Cause now we're dead, so we can rest

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from Uncle Dan, released October 25, 2019
Song by Uncle Dan
Lyrics by Shawn Wiseley
Recorded Mixed and Mastered by Shane Hobensack

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