| Picture this, road trip, '99
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| New York to Chicago
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| We’ve been kickin' it ever since
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| Ain’t no lie
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| That what we’ve got is set in stone
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| No matter how hard they like to try
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| Nobody’s walked a mile in our shoes
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| Whatever they say won’t change our minds
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| Oh, we ain’t gonna nothin' to prove
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| Whether we laugh or cry
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| Our tears will bring us closer
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| Standing the test of time
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| We keep rising, keep fighting
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| ‘cause that’s what we’re made of
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| (‘cause that’s what we’re made of)
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| (‘cause that’s what we’re made of)
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| We keep rising, keep fighting
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| ‘cause that’s what we’re made of
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| (That's what we’re made of)
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| (‘Cause that’s what we’re made of)
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| In the six, cruisin'
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| Through the night
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| Nothin' but the open road
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| We’ve been runnin' ever since ‘99
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| What we got is bathed in gold
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| No matter how hard they like to try
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| Nobody’s walked a mile in our shoes
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| Whatever they say won’t change our minds
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| Oh, we ain’t gonna nothin' to prove
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| Whether we laugh or cry
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| Our tears will bring us closer
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| Standing the test of time
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| We keep rising, keep fighting
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| ‘cause that’s what we’re made of
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| (oooh, yeah)
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| (oooh, yeah)
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| That’s what we’re made of
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| We keep rising, keep fighting
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| ‘cause that’s what we’re made of |