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The roaring of engines burning fuel |
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We come with thunder wherever we roam |
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Hail freedom! |
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We won't bend to your rules |
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We're a lost generation without a home |
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The blood is burning in our veins |
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Behold the dust clouds from miles away |
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We go through fire, storm and rain |
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We will not settle down we are to wild to tame |
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Ride, ride! |
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On dusty highways we ride |
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Roll, roll! |
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Like gypsies we're bound to roll |
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A restless pack born to be free |
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Always searching for something that we don't know |
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Don't try to change our ways to be |
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The highway's the only way we've ever known |
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Ride. ride! |
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On dusty highways we ride |
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Roll, roll! |
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Like gypsies we're bound to roll |
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There's no rest for our weary souls |
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We sail an ocean of sand |
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The sun burns our sails |
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At the horizon we gaze |
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Moving closer day by day |
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But for every step we take |
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It moves another step away |
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So far away from us |
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As we ride across the desert plains |
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So far away, so far away |
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The only thing we leave behind is miles, miles and miles... |
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Ride, ride! |
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On dusty highways we ride |
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Roll, roll! |
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There's no rest for our weary souls |
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Like gypsies we're bound to roll |
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We will ride on till we die |