| Easy riders in the morning sun
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| Are you coming here to have your fun?
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| Ev’rybody wants to know your game
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| How could you ever explain
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| When ev’rybody’s given you the name
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| Of the wild ones
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| And I can see the road ahead
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| Winding into the sun
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| It only feels like yesterday
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| Remember me, remember me
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| Easy riders don’t you know you’re done
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| Everybody wants to point the gun
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| No one likes the kind of clothes you wear
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| Or even the look of your hair
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| It doesn’t matter if you’re right or wrong
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| You’re the wild ones
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| And no one wants to understand
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| The only way it can be
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| Living on the wild side
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| The only way could never be
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| I remember the summertime
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| And the riding out into the breeze
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| And I remember the apple wine
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| Filling my head up with dreams
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| If only I could walk away
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| I’d do it all over again
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| But riding high on apple wine
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| It never mixed well in the end
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| Easy riders are coming
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| But now there’s somebody gone
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| I’m sitting here all alone
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| And looking away, just looking away
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| Easy riders in the morning sun
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| Are you coming here to have your fun?
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| Ev’rybody wants to know your game
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| How could you ever explain
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| When ev’rybody’s given you the name
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| Of the wild ones
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| Easy rider, easy rider, you’re the wild ones
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| Easy rider, easy rider, you’re the wild ones
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| Easy rider, easy rider, you’re the wild ones |