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Here we are, our hands are all untied |
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We'd rather walk than ride |
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Then ride and ride, and ride, ride, ride |
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Ride and ride, and ride |
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There you stand, your eyes are in your head |
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You should have stayed in bed |
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Oh, Fred in bed and ride, ride, ride |
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Fred in bed and ride |
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Keep on tellin' myself |
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Everything is gonna change |
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When I find someone to blame |
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And the people that I see won't bother me |
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Keep on hidin' myself |
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Away from everything |
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What a thing to fix your brain |
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I guess, I want to be where it don't follow me |
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I keep on playin' my drums, hey |
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I keep on singin' my songs |
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I just got out my little red |
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I keep on doin' all the things |
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That I shouldn't have to do |
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I keep on buildin' my hopes |
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And you keep tearin' 'em down |
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What is this foolin' around? |
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Are we supposed to be like history? |
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I keep on playin' my drums, drums |
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I keep on singin' my songs, oh, yeah |
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I keep on doin' all the things |
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That I shouldn't have to do |
