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I am ready to be hit
It is the only way, harm's way To hitchhike a lonely highway I give the thumbs up for what Comes next Squealing tires, I am Not walking The dotted line I am on the shoulder where Good and Evil sit It is the only way Harm's way To feel such intensity it forces A cry or A smile Hitchhiking the lonely miles |
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Got to stop those cars somehow.
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Jez,
Can I hop on that bike of yours? |
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