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On the winds of sorrow

Ride

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We cannot pretend no more

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I will raise for you sweet acres of golden corn

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Do not let them drive you from the seasons

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Ain't a thing that I do not understand

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Jesus died on the cross

You got drunk

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I ate a polish sausage

The IMF ate Poland

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On the winds of sorrow

Ride
Ride
Ride