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Feeling easy on the outside
Not so funny on the inside
Hear the sound and pray for rain
But this is the night we ride
And this ain't the Garden of Eden
There ain't no angels above
And things ain't what they used to be
And this ain't the summer of love
Lock all your doors from the outside
Hide yourselves in the inside
You'll now begin to understand
That this is the night we ride