THE TICKING SOUND OF THE OFFICIAL'S MOTORBIKE NEXT TO ME WAS SEASONED WITH RACE RADIO... and I ate it up.
The road was ours,
closed to cars.
Race numbers on backs faced me,
nobody watched me,
I clung on.
Lord, I love this feeling...
Getting all I can out of this old body
It's a high,
You can't buy,
even if you try.
But, if you tried
if you put in the time,
you just might find
another you,
something new.
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