Pop/jones

In the alley where have I grown
Hot night sweats our clothes
My hell is crackin’ fire
That’s what you inspire
Cruel highway entrance signs
People driving to their lives
Looks like a giant stream
But it’s just a dream

Easy ridereasy rider
Easy ridereasy rider

Broken people all around
Old guarantees that pull you down
You need a way outyou need a ride
Cause where you are is suicide

Easy ridereasy rider
Easy ridereasy rider

Oh I see the sacred dreams
And if I’m no _? _
I’ll feel real _? _
Tearing out my hair
I see fertility
In pretty girls I meet
I love my friend
Give me hands _? _

Highway in the sun
We listen to the engines run
I wanna fine myself in you
You wanna find yourselftoo

Easy ridereasy rider
Easy ridereasy rider
Easy ridereasy rider
Easy ridereasy rider


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