| Messages ran all over town
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| Words without sound
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| Condemned me
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| And left me for dead
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| All over again
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| It wasn’t the first time, but this time
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| Things will never be the same
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| Ride, ride the very thought into the ground
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| In the church of the lost and found
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| The angels cry
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| Ride, ride until the darkness closes in
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| Until the ravaged soul begins
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| To reflect the open skies, ride
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| The chapel was burned
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| Razed to the ground
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| From the darkest of clouds
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| Small birds tumbled like rain
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| Time and again
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| You may go charging at windmills
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| In these days
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| Absurdities never change
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| Ride, ride the very thought into the ground
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| In the church of the lost and found
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| The angels cry
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| Ride, ride until the darkness closes in
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| Until the ravaged soul begins
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| To reflect the open skies, ride
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| In the thick of the woods
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| The word is taboo
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| In the darkest of continents
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| Light can deceive you
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| Ride, saddle up your thoughts and run to ground
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| In this world of lost and found
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| The eagles fly, ride |