| Red white and blue dreams of a future
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| Too many gray days in soggy skies
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| Sense of direction -- look to the future
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| But things they told you are nowhere in sight
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| You’re a tiny scratch in a flawless finish
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| You’re a star that isn’t quite bright
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| There’s 50 stars waving in misdirection
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| No flag can help the Lone Ranger tonight
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| And every teenage G.I. |
| Joe
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| Stares into darkness, driving all night alone
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| Accelerator one more time
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| It’s just another burning night
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| And everything’s on the line
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| Seeing red in black and blue, kid
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| Breaking away from lies in the past
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| Everything in neon direction
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| Plastic expectations coming in fast
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| Dead ends and detours come out of nowhere
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| So hard to see what you should do
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| So hard to see where it went wrong
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| When things look bleak you just gotta be strong
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| It’s time to break away
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| From the attitude they put on you
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| It’s time to make your play
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| Hit accelerate -- do what you want to do |