| It’s us against the cars, man
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| They can bloody well avoid us,
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| Down those narrow leafy roads,
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| Which seem deserted just for us.
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| We’ll charge on down the hill
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| With gravity on our side,
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| As it carries us away,
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| You’ll take me along for the ride.
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| The ride,
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| ride,
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| The ride,
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| The ride.
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| I, I, I,
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| I can’t see the world around me now,
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| I can’t tell the wood from the trees,
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| But I hear you by my side.
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| And there’s darkness all around me now,
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| I can’t feel nothing but the breeze,
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| But you’re with me for the ride,
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| The ride.
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| So we’ll head on through the common,
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| Leaving empty drinks behind,
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| Going blindly through the darkness,
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| Then I’ll part for the first time.
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| It’s the first of summer evenings,
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| Of taking drinks outside,
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| Of the grass between my fingers,
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| With you sitting beside,
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| Side, side.
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| Beside,
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| Beside,
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| Beside,
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| Beside,
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| I, I, I, I, I, I, I,
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| I can’t see the world around me now,
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| I can’t tell the wood from the trees,
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| But I hear you by my side.
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| And there’s darkness all around me now,
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| I can’t feel nothing but the breeze,
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| But you’re with me for the ride.
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| The ride,
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| The ride,
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| The ride,
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| I, I, I, I, I, I, I,
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| I can’t see the world around me now,
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| I can’t feel nothing but the breeze,
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| But I’m with you for the ride.
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| And it’s darkness all around me now,
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| I can’t see nothing but the trees,
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| But I’m with you for the ride.
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| I’m riding right beside,
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| Beside,
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| Beside. |