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And my eyes get low in that all white truck, I can barely see
Hit the gas like you wouldn't believe it
Thank God I was always healin'
In a time so slow I was thinkin' 'bout us rearrangin' pieces
Speeding up on that all black Demon
Goin' West, I don't got no reasons
I was throwing stones at Hercules
Throwin' them so perfectly
Circles at the Chevron
I can't be forever young
Empty choir, operated from above
My voice will be their voice until I'm free [Free, free, free
My hands will be their hands until I'm free [Free, free, free]
Selamat menikmati.***
