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And so we ride on |
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The ballad of nice and easy |
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Young and carefree |
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We're coming along |
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The ballad of nice and easy |
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Young and carefree |
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Two of these kids grew up on the same street |
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And though some folks blow it, there's no smoke in their eyes |
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They're tying their dreams with doubled up laces |
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Falling, free falling, tangled up 'til they die |
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And so we ride on |
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The ballad of nice and easy |
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Young and carefree |
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We're coming along |
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The ballad of nice and easy |
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Young and carefree |
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'Cause everyone knows they'll get their hands dirty |
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Ripping at seams and smoking hot knives |
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But sooner or later there's an end to this candle |
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We'll burn it at both ends and switch on the light |
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And so we ride on |
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The ballad of nice and easy |
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Young and carefree |
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We're coming along |
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The ballad of nice and easy |
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Young and carefree |
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And so we ride on |
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The ballad of nice and easy |
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Young and carefree |
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We're coming along |
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The ballad of nice and easy |
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Young and carefree |
