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Riding Wild After Dark

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Riding Wild After Dark

20 просмотров · 6 дн. назад
Daniel's music
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20 просмотров · 6 дн. назад
Lyrics The gates swing wide, the daylight fades, Neon flickers through the haze, Footsteps race, the speakers roar, Tonight we’re asking for more. The Swarm sweeps low across the sky, Nemesis Inferno flames go by, Hyperia climbs above the trees, Then throws our nerves into the breeze. Thorpe Park, let the night ignite, Scream our names into the fright, From the first drop to the final spark, We’re riding wild at Thorpe Park. Hands up high, hearts beating fast, Make this feeling last and last, When the moon hangs over the park, We’re riding wild at Thorpe Park. Colossus twists us upside down, Ghost Train chills the bravest crowd, The Walking Dead come through the mist, We run, we laugh, we can’t resist. Rush sends us swinging through the air, Fright Nights shadows everywhere, Scare mazes call us down the track, We find our friends and double back. Thorpe Park, let the night ignite, Scream our names into the fright, From the first drop to the final spark, We’re riding wild at Thorpe Park. Hands up high, hearts beating fast, Make this feeling last and last, When the moon hangs over the park, We’re riding wild at Thorpe Park. Stealth takes off like a rocket flame, SAW drops hard—we shout its name, Flying Fish skims the water bright, Depth Charge sends us splashing into the night. Samurai spins us round and round, Vortex lifts us off the ground, Quantum rocks beneath the stars, Zodiac swings us past the dark. The ride lights shimmer, closing time, Our laughter keeps its own wild rhyme, One last glance at the tracks above, One last rush, one last roar of love. Thorpe Park, let the night ignite, Scream our names into the fright, From the first drop to the final spark, We’re riding wild at Thorpe Park. Hands up high, hearts beating fast, Every twist becomes a blast, When the moon hangs over the park, We’ll remember Thorpe Park. The gates swing shut, the echoes stay, We’ll chase that rush another day, Through every scream and every spark, We’ll meet again at Thorpe Park.