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Everywhere all around me  people they be just 
Be talking all about the camp as if their bike is gonna rust 
If they don't begin to pedal  'cause if the rain hits the metal 
The parts that are wet'll corrode if the drops settle 
But there's no rain falling from the pink and orange sky 
Turning blue twilight   but panic is the highlight 
On the six o'clock broadcast   an everyday nailfile 
Picks the lock and now the big chains get sawed past! 
And I'm a no-helmet-wearing member of the Tour De France 
Bike race .. and the cop at the border wants 
To see my passport photo .. to make a copy 
For me to autograph, and my bike is a jalopy 
So I can't see myself winning, and I decide to 
Pace myself from the begining; I'm not rushin'(Russian) 
I'm not a German Nazi, I look to the sky and see stars 
Like the paparazzi... I concentrate on the 
Campground; I can't see the big and yellow dashes 
In the middle of the road because it's covered in ashes 
Two inches deep, making for treacherous conditions 
Poor visibility and rising suspicions 
I know I'm not in hell, I don't hear the sounds of G-funk 
But I'm trying to get my bicycle past a fallen tree trunk 
That's blocking the road off, barricade fashion 
My legs are getting tired and some other guys are crashing 
Because of the ashes and there's a long way to go, still... 
I can't believe how dark it is... 
There's a whole lot of hills and sharp corners to navigate, and 
Vampires, in the distance I can see the campfires 
There's probably only two miles left to reach the destination 
According to my estimation 
I can't be getting lazy, organizers may be spying 
As I get a little closer, I can hear the babies crying 
I've got loose teeth and skid marks but 
Those thoughts diminish as I cross the finish.

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