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Riders on the storm, riders on the storm,
into this house we're born, into this world we're thrown like a dog without a bone, an actor out on loan. Riders on the storm. There's a killer on the road, his brain is squirming like a toad. Take a long holiday, let your children play. If you gave this man a ride, sweet family will die. Killer on the road... Girl you gotta love your man, girl you gotta love your man. Take him by the hand, make him understand, the world on you depends, our life will never end. You gotta love your man... Riders on the storm, riders on the storm, riders on the storm, riders on the storm.
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