| A quiet Morning road, nobody makes a sound, minding my own business. |
| .. oh yea
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| Out of nowhere, the screaming of a horn, you run me down. |
| .. oh what a drag
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| You’re the silent rider with your silent ways,
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| You’re the silent rider with your silent ways
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| Powered by the moon, supported by the stars, you never eat or sleep,
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| you just ride along.
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| The moisture on your face, it keeps you warm, you never die, you never get old
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| You’re the silent rider with your silent ways,
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| You’re the silent rider with your silent ways
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| A quiet Morning road, nobody makes a sound, minding my own business. |
| .. oh yea
|
| Out of nowhere, the screaming of a horn, you run me down. |
| .. oh what a drag
|
| You’re the silent rider with your silent ways,
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| You’re the silent rider with your silent ways |