| Many days I’ve traveled but I know not where I’m going to
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| I’m lost, lost along the way
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| From Mexico to Paris, always the same solitary circle
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| In an empty caf
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| Their faces were so empty meaningless and negative to me
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| I could have died
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| The bodies and the strangers reflected in their glasses as they drank not
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| seeing eye to eye
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| Ride Easy my friends this journey ends before it begins
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| Ride Easy my friends this story ends before it begins
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| Long dead Winter when I thought that
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| Spring would never come again melting the snow
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| Many days I’ve reveled evenings through to mornings
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| through to evenings with nothing to show
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| Ride Easy my friends this journey ends before it begins
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| Ride Easy my friends this story ends before it begins, oh Their faces were so empty meaningless and negative to me
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| I could have died
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| The bodies and the strangers reflected in their glasses as they drank not
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| seeing eye to eye Many days I’ve traveled going around in social circles lost,
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| lost along the way
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| Many nights I’ve reveled but I thought I saw the message in a bottle and
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| drifting away |