| I stopped to talk to my friend
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| He said, he messed up again
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| Said, he don’t wanna be here
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| I don’t know how to leave
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| And he talked about how
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| He would bush, beat around
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| Just add to his mess
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| While nothing changed
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| Everyday is another ride
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| Everyday is a chance to fly
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| So get up, get on with life
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| And ride, ride
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| Everyday last week
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| She would drink herself to sleep
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| Said, she don’t wanna be here
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| But she don’t wanna leave
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| And then right around noon
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| She’d still be up in her room
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| Trying to think her way out
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| Of an unlocked door
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| Everyday is another ride
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| Everyday is a chance to fly
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| So get up, get on with life
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| And ride, ride
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| Don’t know where to begin, here it comes again
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| Can I pause and just start things over?
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| And leave the fortunate sun
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| Or get another one that’s right on time
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| Everyday is another ride
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| Everyday is a chance to fly
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| So get up, get down that line
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| And ride, ride
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| Everyday is another ride
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| Everyday is another ride
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| Get up, just one more try
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| And ride, ride |