| Please take a long hard look
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| Through your text book 'cause I’m history
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| When I strap my helmet on I’ll be long gone
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| 'Cause I’ve been dying to leave
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| Yeah, I’ll ride the range
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| And hide all my loose change in my bedroll
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| 'Cause riding a dirt bike down a turn pike
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| Always takes its toll on me
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| I’ve had just about enough
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| Of «e «diamonds in the rough»
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| Because my backbone is paper thin
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| Get me out of this cavern or I’ll cave in
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| (or I’ll cave in, or I’ll cave in…)
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| If the bombs go off the sun will still be shining
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| (The sun will still be shining)
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| Because I’ve heard it said that
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| Every mushroom cloud has a silver lining
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| (Though I’m always undermining too deep to know)
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| Swallow a drop of gravel and blacktop
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| 'Cause the road tastes like Wintergreen
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| The wind and the rain smell of oil and octane
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| Mixed with stale gasoline
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| I’ll soak up the sound
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| Try to sleep on the wet ground
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| I’ll get ten minutes give or take
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| 'Cause I just don’t foresee myself getting drowsy
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| When cold integrity keeps me wide awake
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| (Awake, awake, awake, awake…)
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| Get me out of this cavern or I’ll cave in
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| (Cave in, cave in, cave in, cave in…)
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| Get me out of this cavern or I’ll cave in
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| I’ll keep my helmet on
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| Just in case my head caves in
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| (In case my head caves in)
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| 'Cause if my thoughts collapse
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| Or my framework snaps
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| It’ll make a mess like you wouldn’t believe
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| Tie my handle bars to the stars
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| So I stay on track (so I stay on track)
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| And if my intentions stray I’ll wrench them away
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| Then I’ll take my leave and I won’t even look back
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| I won’t even look back
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| (Da da da da da da da da da da
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| Da da da da da da da daaa…) |