| He rides the ridge between dark and light
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| Without partners or friends
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| He’s courageous enough to be scared
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| But he’s too humble to win
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| Bless the ridge rider
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| The ridge he’s ridin' is mighty thin
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| I guess the ridge rider
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| Forgits he’s travelin' with a friend
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| He comes from under the cryptosphere
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| Where the great sadness begins
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| And he doesn’t pretend to be brave
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| Though the road’s dusty and dim
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| Bless the ridge rider
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| The ridge he’s ridin' is mighty thin
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| I guess the ridge rider
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| Forgits he’s travelin' with a friend
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| Since the great fall he’s been travelin' hard
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| Thinkin' bondage is sin
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| Hopin' someday the path’ll turn gold
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| And the weight will turn into wind
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| Bless the ridge rider
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| The ridge he’s ridin' is mighty thin
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| I guess the ridge rider
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| Forgits he’s travelin' with a friend
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| He rides the ridge between dark and light
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| Without partners or friends
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| He’s courageous enough to be scared
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| But he’s too humble to win
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| Bless the ridge rider
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| The ridge he’s ridin' is mighty thin
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| I guess the ridge rider
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| Forgits he’s travelin' with a friend |