| Ride with me
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| Through the mansion grounds
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| The bored security
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| And the nervous pack of hounds
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| Ride with me
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| Through the electric gate
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| To where the wild old world
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| And her cageless creatures wait
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| Ride with me
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| Top down we’ll take it in last time around
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| And we’ll be OK
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| And we won’t slow down
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| Sweet home for the holidays
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| And has never changed so much
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| Though I keep my pockets full of it
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| There’s never change enough
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| Embrace yourself
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| Let the lost souls twist and shout
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| Embrace yourself
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| While the young ones figure out
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| Escape yourself
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| If only greed could save me now
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| Roll up Roll up
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| My shifty-handed friends
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| There’s a killing here
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| To make before the end
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| Roll up Roll up
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| We have seen such things
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| And we are still so young
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| The king is dead long live the king
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| Sweet home for the holidays
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| And it’s never changed so much
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| And I’d keep my habits out of it
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| If I could kick 'em hard enough
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| So brace yourself
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| Let the Lost souls twist and shout
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| Embrace yourself
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| When the young hearts figure out
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| Escape yourself
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| If only greed could save me now
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| Bells fade into the west wind
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| Something’s scratching at the window trying to get in
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| Brace yourself
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| Embrace yourself
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| When the young hearts figure out
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| Escape yourself
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| If only greed could save me now
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| If only greed could save me now |