We didn’t sign to Sub Pop
We didn’t sign to Matador
We never got a nine point two
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We never scored that big hit
We never even made the Long List
We only got one page in Rolling Stone
We never opened for The Strokes
Never debuted at Number One
But I got all
That I need
Right here
Well, I was on my own
Staring blankly at some stretch of road
But I was back at home in my mind
Those days was good as gold
New York City in the driving snow
But I was on the phone the whole time