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[Verse] Gunma was just a country boy, dreams as big as open skies, Fixing up old trucks in the yard, racing ‘cross the fields of rye. But one dream stood tall above the rest, with engines' roaring sound, He longed to hit the Formula 1, and leave that small town ground. [Verse 2] His dad, a legend past his prime, said, "Son, you’ll never fly, The track’s for men with stronger hearts, leave racing in the sky." Gunma’s eyes would flame with fire; he'd race the wind and prove, That he could take the chequered flag, and in the circuits move. [Chorus] Burning rubber and broken dreams, the road was never clear, With every twist and turn of fate, he fought through every tear. Friends he'd lose and foes he'd gain, but still he forged ahead, In memory of those he'd loved, and words his father said. [Verse 3] Treasons lurked in pit lane’s shade, like shadows in the night, With backstabbers and false allies, he'd blaze through every fight. Each race a step to destiny, each victory a scar, Chasing down his father's ghost, he'd aim for every star. [Verse 4] Through the curves and all the straights, his spirit never died, He buried those he cherished most, with tears left to his pride. In every win and every loss, his heart still burned with grace, To prove the world and to himself, he’d be the one to chase. [Chorus] Burning rubber and broken dreams, the road was never clear, With every twist and turn of fate, he fought through every tear. Friends he'd lose and foes he'd gain, but still he forged ahead, In memory of those he'd loved, and words his father said.