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  • I'm gonna fight
    This fight
    And try to get out of here
    And I'm going in with my life
    To make sure that you'll disappear
    And I will mount you
    Press my knees on both sides
    And you will let me
    Let me, let me ride
    And if you don't than I won't
    Leave you galloping in my national park
    I'll track you down
    'Cause I know
    Every corner of this countryside
    And I will mount you
    Press my knees on both sides
    And you will let me
    Let me, let me ride
    I'll pull your mane
    As hard as I can
    Stick my fingers in your mouth with my cramped-up hand
    Until you stop
    Then I'll try to get off
    Still I'm hanging in your body parts
    And even though you are ten Goliaths
    I'll hold
    I'll hold at feast your head
    And as I rest on my wounded left
    I'll kick you randomly in the chest
    And I'll show you how ribs can capture air
    And leave unbearable pressure
    And when you're down
    I'll lay beside you
    I'll catch the remaining glimmer in your eyes
    And then later
    I'll ask you
    As my last and final rescue
    Now you know
    Tell me why
    And then I'll let you
    I'll let you ride
    Now you know
    Tell me why
    And I'll let you
    Let you, let you ride
  • I'm gonna fight
    This fight
    And try to get out of here
    And I'm going in with my life
    To make sure that you'll disappear
    And I will mount you
    Press my knees on both sides
    And you will let me
    Let me, let me ride
    And if you don't than I won't
    Leave you galloping in my national park
    I'll track you down
    'Cause I know
    Every corner of this countryside
    And I will mount you
    Press my knees on both sides
    And you will let me
    Let me, let me ride
    I'll pull your mane
    As hard as I can
    Stick my fingers in your mouth with my cramped-up hand
    Until you stop
    Then I'll try to get off
    Still I'm hanging in your body parts
    And even though you are ten Goliaths
    I'll hold
    I'll hold at feast your head
    And as I rest on my wounded left
    I'll kick you randomly in the chest
    And I'll show you how ribs can capture air
    And leave unbearable pressure
    And when you're down
    I'll lay beside you
    I'll catch the remaining glimmer in your eyes
    And then later
    I'll ask you
    As my last and final rescue
    Now you know
    Tell me why
    And then I'll let you
    I'll let you ride
    Now you know
    Tell me why
    And I'll let you
    Let you, let you ride