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As the wind blows down the canyon |
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And the rain falls on the river |
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I can hear her song of wishes |
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I can feel her body shiver |
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Her boots are made of feathers |
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Flying as she runs |
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Across this painted desert |
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With a suitcase full of guns |
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Wild, wild ride |
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And the world goes round and round |
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Wild, wild ride |
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You go crazy from the sound |
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Near the old abandoned drive in |
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There's a brand new Motel 6 |
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It's hard to make a livin' |
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But you work to get your kicks |
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You don't know how you got here |
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But it comes as no surprise |
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When the rust gets in your engine |
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And the dust gets in your eyes |
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Wild, wild ride |
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And the world goes round and round |
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Wild, wild ride |
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You go crazy from the sound |
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From Mobile to Milwaukee |
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Seattle St. Joe |
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From Memphis to Miami |
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To the streets of Tokyo |
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Take a trip among the livin' |
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Make a circle in the sky |
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It's a good day for believin' |
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That we're never gonna die |
