| You’re fucked up baby
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| No
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| This ain’t no time for breakdown baby
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| Ride ride on
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| Keep on rolling till
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| the wheels come off
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| May your shackles fall like
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| feathers from your ankles
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| May your captors be caught in
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| your headlights
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| May the mechanics of the Lord
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| Make your engines roll and roar
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| On your long day’s journey into the night
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| Ride ride on
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| Keep on rolling till
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| the wheels come off
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| (by Rob Walsh)
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| We have walked to
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| the end of nowhere
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| We have been walking since
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| the beginning of time
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| Like the Bedouin we have
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| walked the immeasurable desert
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| We have always walked with the wind behind
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| Don’t stop no walking
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| Brixton
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| Merthyr Tydfil
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| Manchester
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| Mogadishu
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| Glasgow
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| Tblisi
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| Bogota
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| Detroit
|
| Who the fuck is John Sinclair?
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| Ride ride on
|
| Keep on rolling till
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| the wheels come off
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| Ride ride on |