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Space might be
the final frontier,
but, for now,
I'm afraid we're both stuck here

Love can leave
a terrible stain,
you scrub, you purify,
but it won't come clean again

the happiness I find,
ride, ride, ride, ride
back to you this time
and do you really care?

A big-time movie star
gonna make me her pet...
stroll across her universe
in a big black fucking jet

the happiness I find,
ride, ride, ride, ride
back to you this time
and do you really care?

when you come,  [call?]
be sure to find,
make yourself alive...
is that my mistake
to put to cart before the flies?

Space might be
the final frontier
hold that thought
and just watch me disappear

the happiness I find,
ride, ride, ride, ride
back to you this time
ride, ride, ride, ride
the happiness I find...
now [I'll] ride, ride, ride, ride
take me back this time
no, no, no, no more

(low muttering...ends with:)
you can't help me!

ride...ride...


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Ride
Low Pop Suicide

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