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An orphan child walks and sniffs the airin an orphan foresteverybody seems to whip him badlyin this world of jealousy
Hes lost in the sea of tears and cant confessthat he still exists.
He walks alone, hes as weird as a stone:
He broke his needle and he cant crawl(
Love him!)
He writes poems on a little red sheetshowingem to his granny (rest in peace)he blows his mind, out in the fields, catchingjust empty space Chorus Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride on to liberation Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride on to destination Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride on to your own sensation Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride till the music nation comes!
He builds a heaven on the top of his roomforgetting the world outside
Then one prick comes, showing some interest, saying:'I can make you a big star'
In his mind he climbs to the clouds, throwingrotten flowers into the holes of the ground
So I ask: Who are you? Already leaving?
Isn't there any time..? Ride on - ride on - ride on - Riding the liberation Ride on - ride on - ride on - Riding the satisfaction Ride on...
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