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Started talking |
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To a couple of wedded strangers |
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Sitting down on motorcycles |
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Who passed on the highway |
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Stepped into |
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The service station |
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Took a piss, got water |
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Bought fuel to ride |
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Blood is flowing |
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And mountains are blurring |
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There is something stirring |
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Way down inside |
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Barely know |
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My homebase home |
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Seems I'm rarely there |
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For any share of time |
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The neighborhood's the same |
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They all remember my name |
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Holding no reservations |
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The newness is wearing in |
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Checked my eyes to see if they had spokes |
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See if they are moving |
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See if they had spokes |
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See if there is somewhere else to ride |
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Barely know |
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My airbase home |
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Seems I'm rarely there |
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For any share of time |
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Before I ride |