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Do you hear the gossip,

Expressing your way of sight.

Can you hear the voices?

Drive through the dark and light.

You mustn't pay attention to

Things which others Say!

Running down the highway,

Feeling the burning wheels

The tank is full of patrol

Speed turns your feeling high.

Come and let yourself go

Don't hear to other's lays!

There's another town

Where you could sometime arrive,

But people spit on you,

'Cause they know that

You're a Ghostrider!

Listen now you faceless:

Change the frust to patrol.

Drink a Beer and drive on,

Fly over walls and stones

Overtone the world's cries

With the sound of your freedom

There's another town

Where you could sometime arrive,

But people spit on you,

'Cause they know that

You're a Ghostrider!