In the middle of a desert is a booming city

With big bright lights

Stands a man with a key to a corvette

With a black leather coat
And his pack of cigarettes
He stands calm and chill
Ready for anything

He gets on his metallic horse
And rides like the wind
With the stench of burning rubber

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The man speeds through the night
With the squeal of the tires
On the fresh paved road
On the quiet sandy desert
Outside of the city
Where he rides alone
He is
The Lone Ranger