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I'm gonna fight |
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This fight |
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And try to get out of here |
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And I'm going in with my life |
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To make sure that you'll disappear |
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And I will mount you |
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Press my knees on both sides |
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And you will let me |
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Let me, let me ride |
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And if you don't than I won't |
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Leave you galloping in my national park |
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I'll track you down |
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'Cause I know |
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Every corner of this countryside |
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And I will mount you |
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Press my knees on both sides |
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And you will let me |
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Let me, let me ride |
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I'll pull your mane |
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As hard as I can |
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Stick my fingers in your mouth with my cramped-up hand |
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Until you stop |
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Then I'll try to get off |
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Still I'm hanging in your body parts |
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And even though you are ten Goliaths |
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I'll hold |
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I'll hold at feast your head |
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And as I rest on my wounded left |
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I'll kick you randomly in the chest |
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And I'll show you how ribs can capture air |
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And leave unbearable pressure |
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And when you're down |
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I'll lay beside you |
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I'll catch the remaining glimmer in your eyes |
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And then later |
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I'll ask you |
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As my last and final rescue |
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Now you know |
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Tell me why |
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And then I'll let you |
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I'll let you ride |
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Now you know |
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Tell me why |
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And I'll let you |
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Let you, let you ride |