| Driving down some road in a beat up jeep
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| Folks up in the front, you and me in the backseat
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| Singing along to Dad’s favorite songs again
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| I remember when
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| We dressed up as astronauts
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| And made a rocket ship out of a cardboard box
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| Man there ain’t no love like the love we got to give
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| Everything that I’ve been through with you
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| Every little white lie, every truth
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| Taught me we can never break in two
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| Cause we are bulletproof
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| You can’t conquer the ocean
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| You can’t own the sky
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| You can’t bottle the sunrise
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| Like it’s whiskey or rye
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| You can’t stop the wind from blowing
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| No matter how hard you try
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| And you sure as hell can’t get in the way
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| Get in the way of you and I
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| You and I
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| When times got tougher than a soldier’s hands
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| My legs were weak and I could barely stand
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| You helped me redefine what it takes to be a man
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| I remember when
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| We got drunk on keystone light
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| You could barely stand, but you were ready to fight
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| Man them Sutter boys didn’t ever stand a chance and all
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| Everything that I’ve been through with you |
| Every little white lie, every truth
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| Taught me we can never break in two
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| Cause we are bulletproof
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| You can’t conquer the ocean
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| You can’t own the sky
|
| You can’t bottle the sunrise
|
| Like it’s whiskey or rye
|
| You can’t stop the wind from blowing
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| No matter how hard you try
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| And you sure as hell can’t get in the way
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| Get in the way of you and I
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| You and I
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| On my brightest day
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| In my darkest night
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| We’ll be brothers for life
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| And through your darkest days
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| And your brightest nights
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| We’ll be brothers for life
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| When God calls my name
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| To be by his side
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| Oh I’ll remember
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| I’ll remember you and I
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| You and I
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| Driving down some road in a beat up jeep
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| Folks up in the front, you and me in the backseat
|
| Singing along to Dad’s favorite songs again
|
| You can’t conquer the ocean
|
| You can’t own the sky
|
| You can’t bottle the sunrise
|
| Like it’s whiskey or rye
|
| You can’t stop the wind from blowing
|
| No matter how hard you try
|
| And you sure as hell can’t get in the way
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| Get in the way of you and I
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| You and I |