| Mister, mister, you’re here at last
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| Cursed and banned forever, digging in the dirt
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| Thought that we were ready now to fly
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| Holograms and other scams, gadgets on the rise
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| And Mister robot man, he’s evil, evil
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| We are falling down, down, down
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| Time to hit the ground
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| For the bastards, for the mothers
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| To be or not to be
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| Riders of the clouds play on
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| Play on for the traitors, for the brothers
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| Freedom’s not for free
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| For the mothers and the fathers and the son
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| We’ll ride the clouds
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| We’ll ride the clouds
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| Mister, mister you’re here at last
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| Virgins in suburbia, open up your legs
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| Time for penetration, yes indeed
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| Warriors in the underclass giving all they have
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| They’ll never see the light
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| A gun for hire, fire
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| Sacred rider, take them down
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| Haters all around
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| For the bastards, for the mothers
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| To be or not to be
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| Riders of the clouds play on
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| Play on for the traitors, for the brothers
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| Freedom’s not for free
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| For the mothers and the fathers and the son
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| We’ll ride the clouds
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| We’ll ride the clouds
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| We’ll never dream again
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| We’ll ride the clouds, we were born to fly
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| For the bastards, for the mothers
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| To be or not to be
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| Riders of the clouds play on
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| Play on for the traitors, for the brothers
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| Freedom’s not for free
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| For the mothers and the fathers and the son
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| We’ll ride the clouds
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| We’ll ride the clouds |