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I grew up counting beats on cracked up skins,
loading dreams where the real work begins,
friends in the van, jokes running dry,
coffee for blood, hope for a guide.
You don’t see glory in the hours before,
just cables, cases, one encore more,
if you’re not a musician you’ll never know,
how heavy a dream can be to carry it home.
We play for love, we play for nights,
sticky floors and broken lights,
from tiny bars to city skies,
no one knows, but damn we try.
No gold, no throne, just heart and sweat,
we lose our sleep, we gain regrets,
it hurts, it heals, it feels so right,
we play for love every night.
Rehearse, rehearse till the neighbors complain,
study old records, repeat the same pain,
load up the drums, Tetris in the van,
drive through the dark with a half-broken plan.
Soundcheck at six, doors at nine,
two or three hours to feel alive,
then break it all down like nothing was real,
hands smell like metal, back made of steel.
Sometimes it feeds you, most times it won’t,
life wants bills, music just don’t,
work in the morning, play till you drop,
smiling on stage while your body says stop.
But when the room moves on the kick and snare,
for a second, nothing else is there,
that moment hits and you understand,
why you’d do it all again, my friend.
We play for love, we play for nights,
sticky floors and broken lights,
from tiny bars to city skies,
no one knows, but damn we try.
No gold, no throne, just heart and sweat,
we lose our sleep, we gain regrets,
it hurts, it heals, it feels so right,
we play for love every night.
We play for love, we play for nights,
sticky floors and broken lights,
from tiny bars to city skies,
no one knows, but damn we try.
No gold, no throne, just heart and sweat,
we lose our sleep, we gain regrets,
it hurts, it heals, it feels so right,
we play for love every night.
We play for love, we play for nights,
sticky floors and broken lights,
from tiny bars to city skies,
no one knows, but damn we try.
No gold, no throne, just heart and sweat,
we lose our sleep, we gain regrets,
it hurts, it heals, it feels so right,
we play for love every night.
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Title Counting beats
(Lyrics)
I grew up counting beats on cracked up skins,
loading dreams where the real work begins,
friends in the van, jokes running dry,
coffee for blood, hope for a guide.
You don’t see glory in the hours before,
just cables, cases, one encore more,
if you’re not a musician you’ll never know,
how heavy a dream can be to carry it home.
We play for love, we play for nights,
sticky floors and broken lights,
from tiny bars to city skies,
no one knows, but damn we try.
No gold, no throne, just heart and sweat,
we lose our sleep, we gain regrets,
it hurts, it heals, it feels so right,
we play for love every night.
Rehearse, rehearse till the neighbors complain,
study old records, repeat the same pain,
load up the drums, Tetris in the van,
drive through the dark with a half-broken plan.
Soundcheck at six, doors at nine,
two or three hours to feel alive,
then break it all down like nothing was real,
hands smell like metal, back made of steel.
Sometimes it feeds you, most times it won’t,
life wants bills, music just don’t,
work in the morning, play till you drop,
smiling on stage while your body says stop.
But when the room moves on the kick and snare,
for a second, nothing else is there,
that moment hits and you understand,
why you’d do it all again, my friend.
We play for love, we play for nights,
sticky floors and broken lights,
from tiny bars to city skies,
no one knows, but damn we try.
No gold, no throne, just heart and sweat,
we lose our sleep, we gain regrets,
it hurts, it heals, it feels so right,
we play for love every night.
We play for love, we play for nights,
sticky floors and broken lights,
from tiny bars to city skies,
no one knows, but damn we try.
No gold, no throne, just heart and sweat,
we lose our sleep, we gain regrets,
it hurts, it heals, it feels so right,
we play for love every night.
We play for love, we play for nights,
sticky floors and broken lights,
from tiny bars to city skies,
no one knows, but damn we try.
No gold, no throne, just heart and sweat,
we lose our sleep, we gain regrets,
it hurts, it heals, it feels so right,
we play for love every night.
Work type Music
Tags hard times, mowi
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Entry date Mar 13, 2026, 12:35 PM UTC
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Author - Composer 100.00 %. Holder José Luis Bertuchi. Date Mar 13, 2026.
Author - Lyricist 100.00 %. Holder José Luis Bertuchi. Date Mar 13, 2026.
Author - Song producer 100.00 %. Holder José Luis Bertuchi. Date Mar 13, 2026.
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