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Well, there’s a thick fog coming out,
Fits me like a coat.
Six white horses in a line
Waiting for the rope.
I crack my whip
To start to run
Moving faster
Than a bullet for my gun.
Sparks lay down,
Couple streets,
Terror reaches the town
Riding the hottest rod around.
Looking for some passenger
Around the scarce town,
Many took, I ride for free,
But it never came around.
I send the door (hey)
Behind their back (hey),
Chewy scream
In lofty neck.
Sparks lay down
From my eye,
Terror reaches the town
Riding the hottest rod around.
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Six white horses neigh me now,
Welcome everybody to price of fan job,
Bale of herb and a bale of hay,
Chasing rushes every day.
Well, there’s a thick fog coming out,
Fits me like a coat.
Six white horses in a line
Waiting for the rope.
I crack my whip (hey),
Start to run (hey)
Moving faster
Than a bullet for my gun.
Sparks lay down (hey),
Couple streets,
Terror reaches the town
Riding the hottest rod around.