| Oh country roads swerving
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| Singing along to the roustabouts
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| I’ll never forget where I came from
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| Misdirected youth passionately devout
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| To the city I hold dearly
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| But everyone talks shit about
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| And I hear talks about leaving
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| Me, I never wanted out
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| I’d rather stay and make something out of this town
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| We’ll write our names in gasoline and burn them into the world
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| Never thinking about what we would become
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| We were young impressionable kids
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| Didn’t know any better, didn’t know any better than this
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| And our dreams they were our future
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| And as far as I can see we’ll be whatever we choose to be
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| We’ll shake our fists at the morning sun
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| Singing «glory glory hallelujah!»
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| And I would give anything to feel the way I did back then
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| And I hear talks about leaving
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| But I never wanted out
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| I’d rather stay and make something out of this town
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| We’ll write our names in gasoline and burn them into the world
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| Never thinking about what we would become
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| We were young impressionable kids
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| Didn’t know any better, didn’t know any better than this
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| And our dreams they were our future
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| And as far as I can see we’ll be whatever we choose to be
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| We’ll be whatever we choose to be |