| Madeline rode away last night
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| On a rockin' horse
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| Straight into the pale moonlight
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| Make believe of course
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| What’s a little girl of eight
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| Supposed to do when she’s up so late
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| She can’t sleep 'cause it sounds like hate
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| Comin' from her momma and daddy’s room
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| Ride on, ride on
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| Out to where it don’t hurt no more
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| Ride on, come on
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| Back to how it was before
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| Momma cried and your daddy cussed
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| Now all they ever seem to do is fuss
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| Ride on
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| Tommy Lee’s got a space machine
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| He keeps her ready on the launchin' pad
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| 'Cause there’ve been times he has seen
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| An alien invade his dad
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| So he heads out for the stars
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| Past the moon and straight to mars
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| What about the invisible scars
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| That come in the bottle that his daddy brings home
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| Ride on, ride on
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| Out to where it don’t hurt no more
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| Ride on, come on
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| Back to how it was before
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| Her momma left, her daddy changed
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| Now you don’t even know who’s to blame
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| Ride on
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| Some people just lose control
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| Some people hit overload
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| Some people are like some people
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| They never thought they’d be
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| Now why can’t we all see
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| The only antidote
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| The only way to cope
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| The only true hope
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| Is love
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| Everybody, won’t you, ride on, ride on
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| Out to where it don’t hurt no more
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| Ride on, come on
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| Back to how it was before
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| Go ahead and trust your faith
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| There’s still a lot of hope
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| It’s never too late
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| So ride on the wings of love
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| Ride on |