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- cifra   
 
   Doesn't know what to do anymore 
 Jesus makes love to the spike 
 A trick for a fix and feeling so sick 
 Just can't seem to get right 
    Once he was the king of his world 
 A world without any order 
 Sold it all without thinking twice 
 Just for a spoonful of water   
 Ride, ride on through 
 Ride, ride through you 
 Ride, ride on through 
 Ride, ride through you   
 Ceremonious ritual 
 Raising of the veins 
 Always early and feeling so late 
 Waving goodbye to the rain   
 Ride, ride on through 
 Ride, ride through you 
 Ride, ride on through 
 Ride, ride through you   
 Slowly scratching away at the world 
 Fearless when he is stoned 
 Obsessed by dreams of what could've been 
 Trapped in his kingdom alone   
 Ride, ride on through 
 Ride, ride through you 
 Ride, ride on through 
 Ride, ride through you