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Some dial the number |
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Some stare as you spin the gun |
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If you're slow to pay the dealer |
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Ain't nowhere you going to run |
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Some find a calling |
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Some slide through the wheel |
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Some hide in corners |
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Look for something they can feel |
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But I know |
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This son's riding on |
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Just like the day before |
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When they ride, they ride |
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Some find they're born again |
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But I believe nobody sees the light |
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They head for the corners |
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And try to outrun every night |
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Some need a singer |
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To listen if their thoughts are true |
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Some need a someone |
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But an anyone will do |
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If I run, they ride with me |
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If I burn, they're tied to me |
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If I turn, they're driving me |
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And they ride, they ride |
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If I run, they ride with me |
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If I burn, they're tied to me |
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If I turn, they're driving me |
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And they ride, they ride |
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And they ride, they ride |
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And they ride, they ride with me |
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They ride, they ride with me |
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They ride, they ride with me |
