An orphan child walks and sniffs the air
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in an orphan forest
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everybody seems to whip him badly
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in this world of jealousy
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Hes lost in the sea of tears and cant confess
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that he still exists.
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He walks alone, hes as weird as a stone:
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He broke his needle and he cant crawl
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(Love him!)
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He writes poems on a little red sheet
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showingem to his granny (rest in peace)
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he blows his mind, out in the fields, catching
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just empty space
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[Chorus]
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Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride on to liberation
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Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride on to destination
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Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride on to your own sensation
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Ride on - ride on - ride on - Ride till the music nation comes!
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He builds a heaven on the top of his room
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forgetting the world outside
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Then one prick comes, showing some interest, saying:
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'I can make you a big star'
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In his mind he climbs to the clouds, throwing
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rotten flowers into the holes of the ground
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So I ask: Who are you? Already leaving?
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Isn't there any time..?
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Ride on - ride on - ride on - Riding the liberation
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Ride on - ride on - ride on - Riding the satisfaction
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Ride on...
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Till The Music Nation
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Waltari |