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You ask me to be candid |
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As you comb your errant hair |
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Well what, I want to whisper |
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If my true voice is despair |
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Or I've got too good at drinking |
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Or I've told untowardly tales |
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Or I've hung too close the shimmering |
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Of your mirror on the stairs |
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Well I'm a free rider, I'm as free as they come |
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And I'll ride on free till the day is done |
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I am the hourglass where the road greets the sky |
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And the trees line up to wave good night |
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I rode your motorcycle |
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I recall each turn we took |
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Your back against my body |
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Your waist inside the crook |
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Of my arm, the only anchor |
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Oh the steel, the wheels |
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On the altar of the pavement |
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Where my blood signed the deal |
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I'm a free rider, I'm as mean as they come |
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But I sing real sweet when the night birds come |
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I am the hourglass, I am the seeking sigh |
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The trees lined up, the words you couldn't find |
