| Some dial the number
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| Some stare as you spin the gun
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| If you’re slow to pay the dealer
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| Ain’t nowhere you going to run
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| Some find a calling
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| Some slide through the wheel
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| Some hide in corners
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| Look for something they can feel
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| But I know
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| This son’s riding on
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| Just like the day before
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| When they ride, they ride
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| Some find they’re born again
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| But I believe nobody sees the light
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| They head for the corners
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| And try to outrun every night
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| Some need a singer
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| To listen if their thoughts are true
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| Some need a someone
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| But an anyone will do
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| If I run, they ride with me
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| If I burn, they’re tied to me
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| If I turn, they’re driving me
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| And they ride, they ride
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| If I run, they ride with me
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| If I burn, they’re tied to me
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| If I turn, they’re driving me
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| And they ride, they ride
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| And they ride, they ride
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| And they ride, they ride with me
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| They ride, they ride with me
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| They ride, they ride with me |