| Took a minute to roam, golden towers in view
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| No, I don’t feel at home, this is something new
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| Think I’ll stay for a while, don’t need me back so soon
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| 'Cause I know you’re holding it down, I’ve always counted on you
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| And I don’t care 'bout the money, I know who I am
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| All my pockets are sunny, my foes are my friends
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| So let it ride till the morning, ride till the morning comes
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| Let it ride till the morning, ride till that morning comes
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| I think I lose track of time when I post up at the bar
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| But you don’t need to remind me what my vices are
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| I know it gets a little thick when I hop on the phone
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| And I can always hear a timbre saying, «Come back home»
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| But if you love me like you say you gotta let me roam till I’m ready
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| Till I’m ready
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| And I don’t care bout the money, I know who I am
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| All my pockets are sunny, my foes are my friends
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| So let it ride till the morning, ride till the morning comes
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| Let it ride till the morning, ride till that morning comes
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| I-I let it
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| I-I let it ride, ooh-ooh-ooh
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| I-I let it ride, ooh-ooh-ooh
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| I let it
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| (Woah) If you love me like you say you gotta let me roam
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| (Woah) If you love me like you say you gotta let me roam
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| (Woah)
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| Let me go
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| So let it ride till the morning, ride till the morning comes
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| Let it ride till the morning, ride till that morning comes |