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You know what I mean Are possible Different types of love Born of a light Totally alive Now as I go upon my way So let me go upon my way The wind rushing round my open heart An open ravine

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Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Dedicated to all human beings Because we separate Like ripples on a blank shore You can't take it with yer Dancing for your pleasure You are not to blame for Bittersweet distractors Dare not speak its name

We're gonna crack your little souls (why don't you quiet down?) There are many things to talk about Be constructive There are weapons we can use Be constructive with your blues Even when it's only warnings Even when you talk the war games Oh why don't

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Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about