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  1. I once thought that I was great,
    and that I was truly born
    to embrace the happy fate
    of a rider on the storm.
    I laughed right in the devil’s eye,
    spat perdition in the face,
    figured that if I would die
    I’d go in a state of grace,
    and, you know I’ve lived the dream,
    but recently I’d faltered,
    and God came by to ask what seemed,
    really, to have altered?
    I realized I didn’t know,
    so down my madman’s road I go.

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