| Sucker punched by the clock
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| Buckle to the knees
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| Checker cab curled round the side of a tree
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| Into the growl of the city with a deafening cry
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| Again I ride, again I ride
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| Again I ride, again I ride
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| Forged in the flame when the big bell tolls
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| Crawling through the wreckage
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| The deep dark holes
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| I might be chasing after ghosts just to fill up a void
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| And so I cover this town like the last man standing
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| Everywhere I go, there are desperate souls
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| Calling out like a siren from the belly of the beast, yo
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| Into the growl of the city with a deafening cry
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| Again I ride, again I ride
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| Again I ride, again I ride
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| Hit the ground running when the call comes down
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| Standing in the shadows like a sheriff in an old ghost town
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| Hit the ground running, hit the ground running
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| Hit the ground running, hit the ground running, uh
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| Into the growl of the city with a deafening cry
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| Again I ride, again I ride
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| (Hit the ground running, hit the ground running)
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| Again I ride, again I ride
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| Again I ride, again I ride
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| Again I ride, again I ride
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| (Into the growl of the city)
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| Again I ride, again I ride
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| Again I ride, again I ride
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| Again I ride, again I ride |