| Ridin' 'round town, we were young like hope
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| Small town life really all we’d known
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| Product of the mountains till the sun came home
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| Live inside the moments where the sun stayed low
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| Remember plotting in the parking lot
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| Plottin' just to spark a lot
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| Someone got a case or two and someone got the handlebar
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| Someone had a house to go where someone had a camping spot
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| We would set up shop around the fire pit below the rocks
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| Someone brought a table, someone brought the cups
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| Someone had the truck with the speakers that could bump
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| Some of us got lucky, and some of us got drunk
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| But all of us were lucky, we just didn’t know enough
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| We didn’t know we’d look back at days like this
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| We didn’t know the beauty in it that exists
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| We didn’t know
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| No, we didn’t know
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| How real life gets
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| We didn’t know we’d look back at days like this
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| We didn’t know the beauty in it that exists
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| We didn’t know
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| No, we didn’t know
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| How real life is
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| She was sittin' shotgun
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| Safety off, a ride or die
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| Talk is cheap inside a city where they let their money fly
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| Word get around quicker than the liquor on a Friday night
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| Parents heard about it 'fore you cut the gas to try to glide
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| Nights on the run, days on the slopes
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| A reality shared by all of those I hold close
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| Tried to get nostalgic while I’m cruising down the coast
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| Hard to do it in a place that’s so far from home, I know
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| Home, where the heart is
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| The place that taught me we are the artist
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| Even though home, it hit the hardest
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| Settin' goals on an ever-moving target
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| Journey to the top of the mountain peak
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| To see if outside the valley there was more for me
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| Funny, back then I couldn’t wait to leave
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| But it’s ingrained in my soul like a tread on sneaks
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| We didn’t know we’d look back at days like this
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| We didn’t know the beauty in it that exists
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| We didn’t know
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| No, we didn’t know
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| How real life gets
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| We didn’t know we’d look back at days like this
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| We didn’t know the beauty in it that exists
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| We didn’t know
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| No, we didn’t know
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| How real life is
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| Now whenever I go home, I never take it for granted
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| I take Yellowstone’s over islands made of granite
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| I take open roads over sitting in your traffic
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| I take Bob Dylan over most of modern classics
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| Me, I grew up in the woods; |
| never spent time in the hood
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| We all got perspectives—and this is mine, I go real as I should
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| Could take you to the places where the wildlife roam
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| But nowadays escape my wild life and usually go alone
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| I get reconnected, disconnected from my phone
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| No compliments or criticism clouding what I know
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| The river roarin' through the canyon influenced my flow
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| Watch trees rise on sunny sides, they taught me how to grow
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| We didn’t know we’d look back at days like this
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| We didn’t know the beauty in it that exists
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| We didn’t know
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| No, we didn’t know
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| How real life gets
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| We didn’t know we’d look back at days like this
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| We didn’t know the beauty in it that exists
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| We didn’t know
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| No, we didn’t know
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| How real life is |