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Letras de Canciones / D / Doors / An American Prayer / |
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Thoughts in time and out of season
The hitchhiker
Stood by the side of the road
And leveled his thumb
In the calm calculus of reason
Hi. how you doin’? I just got back into town l.a.
I was out on the desert for awhile
Riders on the storm
Yeah. in the middle of it
Riders on the storm
Right...
Into this world we’re born
Hey, listen, man, I really got a problem
Into this world we’re thrown
When I was out on the desert, ya know
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out on loan
I don’t know how to tell you
Riders on the storm
But, ah, I killed somebody
There’s a killer on the road
No...
His brain is squirming like a toad
It’s no big deal, ya know
I don’t think anybody will find out about it, but...
Take a long holiday
Just, ah...
Let your children play
This guy gave me a ride, and ah...
If you give this man a ride
Started giving me a lot of trouble
Sweet family will die
And I just couldn’t take it, ya know
Killer on the road
And I wasted him
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