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(McNabb) I've seen the moonlit lake, |
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The brown leaves blown across the way, |
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I've seen the icy black |
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November, |
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I've seen the meadow & the stoplight up in front of me, |
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I've seen some things |
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I can't remember... |
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I'm a motorcycle rider thats what |
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I am, I'm a motorcycle rider |
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I've seen the beauty of the open plain, the wide terrain, |
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I've seen some pretty girls thru' visors |
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I've seen my way across six thousand miles of toll-free road, |
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N' every journey put me wiser... |
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All along the valley wall, |
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The white lines and the freeway, |
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There my lover calls to me above the engine roar... |