| We had time to dream
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| Our huckleberry glide downstream
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| That’s the way it seemed
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| Time was cheap as gasoline
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| Old Route 66
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| Through the sticks
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| Was our magic carpet
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| How we used to fly and not look down
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| Far across the seas
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| The history of the ancient empires
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| (We were)
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| Earning our degrees
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| We’d study hard to stoke our own fires
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| So summer we could fly
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| You and I
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| With our headphones blaring
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| Whistling through the fallen ruins of Rome
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| I know we’re not at peace
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| Coming back across our border
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| Security police
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| Change the homeland threat to orange
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| Remember back when we were the free
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| And the hopeful nation
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| Home from our vacation
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| Toe that line
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| I got no time to rest
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| Search for work in Carolina
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| We used to make the best
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| Now they ship that stuff from China
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| Factories closing down
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| Left this town
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| With our homeless shelters and
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| Blankets in the dirt when gates get closed
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| Ashes in the dust
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| Must have been their campfire burning
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| It’s boom until it’s bust
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| That’s the lesson we’ve been learning
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| Through our glory days
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| All ablaze |
| With our pride and promise
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| We never saw the ways it all burns down
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| We’re leaving here tonight
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| Walk the rails across that river
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| On the other side
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| All the future can deliver
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| Across this great divide
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| River’s wide
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| Where the future’s waiting
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| If I can just decide to leave the past
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| (Come on)
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| It’s who we’ve always been
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| The land of dreams and visionaries
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| The frontier starts again
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| Make our way with what we carry
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| The journey is from here
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| Hope or fear
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| For our children’s children
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| We are the pioneers
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| We have a dream again |