| Full speed along the North Oconee River
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| I can feel it in my forehead and while that always fails, my lungs are getting
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| clearer
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| I can see trucks racing by on the roof above my trail, cops are waiting to
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| ticket
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| Anyone with out of state plates, I’m not missing anything
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| Swore off all prescribed medication
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| And rode two miles through nowhere to a water fountain spitting out hot water
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| I sit at a bench at a compost heap
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| And I’m about to pedal up a sixty degree slope
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| At the top of a hill at a very, very rapid speed
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| There’s one, only one, only one, only one place left to go
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| At the top of a hill at a very, very rapid speed
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| There’s one, only one, only one, only one place left to go
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| At the top of a hill at very high speed
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| There’s nowhere to go but down
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| At the top of a hill at very high speed
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| There’s nowhere to go but down
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| At the top of a hill at very high speed
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| There’s nowhere to go but down
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| And it gets easier
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| As I ascend my bike uphill on foot
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| 'Cause last time I kicked it into first
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| I broke a gear by going too hard
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| And it gets easier
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| As I pass the Edward Scissorhands village
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| Where privileged white kids date rape girls
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| And taunt my in their SUVs
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| And it gets easier
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| As I see the double vans in our driveways
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| I’m glistening now but I know someday
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| I won’t even break a sweat
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| And it gets easier, and it gets easier
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| As time goes things can only get better
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| And it gets easier, and it gets easier
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| As time goes things can only get better
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| And it gets easier, and it gets easier
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| As time goes things can only get better
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| And it gets easier, and it gets easier
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| As time goes things can only get better
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| R-I-D-E, I wanna
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| R-I-D-E, I wanna
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| R-I-D-E, I wanna ride |