| Some men sail the waters, some men live on the land
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| I was born Apollo with the reins and the whip in my hand
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| Where I take the ladies is something you’ve never seen
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| But nothing stops a man who flies
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| And glides like a dying machine
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| I don’t need the motions that are made for that hill
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| And I don’t do half the things you think that I will
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| And I don’t see how you find it much of a thrill
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| That’s unless you want to take a ride
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| Ride my chariot baby, my role is the sun
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| Ride my chariot baby, my steed’s on the run
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| Ride my chariot baby, we’re leaving by dawn
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| Come on, come on, or else you’re gonna see me gone
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| I got the belts and whips on, hanging around my waist
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| I ride the skies of lightning
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| With the clouds running over my face
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| Start out in the morning, sailing on the edge of night
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| I can save you with my left hand
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| I can destroy you again with my right
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| You’ve got one last chance to catch a ride on my tail
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| When I move my tracks are hardly leaving a trail
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| And the sun and I leave every dawn without fail
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| So if you want to take a ride |