| My favorite bike, doesn’t have a name
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| I’m just riding; |
| not running away
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| Heat from the engine, digging in my thigh
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| Into the dark, with my father at my side
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| My mirror is broken, don’t wanna look back
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| Just fell off, didn’t even crack
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| Pacific Coast Highway, light on high
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| Into the dark, with my father at my side
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| Into the dark, with my father at my side
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| Left hand on the clutch and foot kicks up
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| Dirt on my right hand, gears grind and pop
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| Ain’t running from nothing, nothing on my mind
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| Into the dark, with my father at my side
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| Into the black, with my father at my side |