| I tried to see the one that’s free,
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| Now it’s gone,
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| I tried to hear the one that’s near,
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| Move along,
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| I tried to feel the one that’s real,
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| Is it wrong?
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| I tried to take to one that makes,
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| Now it’s gone,
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| Innocent and wounded, baby,
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| Educated Horses, baby,
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| Distant kings surrounding, baby,
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| Imitation of life, baby,
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| RIDE!
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| Dirty, sweet, and filthy,
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| RIDE!
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| Beat your hands on me,
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| This is where the ghosts hide,
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| Now it’s gone,
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| This is where the truth lies,
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| Move along,
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| This is where the dirt flies,
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| Is it wrong?
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| Up against the mud skies,
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| Now it’s gone,
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| Innocent and wounded, baby,
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| Educated Horses, baby,
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| Distant kings surrounding, baby,
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| Imitation of life, baby,
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| RIDE!
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| Dirty, sweet, and filthy,
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| RIDE!
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| Beat your hands on me,
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| RIDE!
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| Dirty, sweet, and filthy,
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| RIDE!
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| Beat your hands on me, |