How the engines roar, I haven't heard anything like that
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Previously, I could not understand a word of their jargon
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They say it's freedom if you ride on two wheels
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Catch the air greedily, press the motocross to the iron
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Cosmos shines into the wheels, the world in bent poses
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Digging gravel is easy, tears are beating on the face
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In the blood of adrenaline you fly near the bay
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Clouds flash by, poplar fluff is around
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Motobrat
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Motobrat
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Motobrother, brother, brother, brother, brother in the subject
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Motobrother, brother, brother, brother, brother in the subject
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Motobrother, brother, brother, brother, brother in the subject
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Motobrother in the subject, motobrother in the subject, moto
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Doesn't look like anyone, I saw her eyes
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And how the skin fits this elegant ass
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She is a black cat, but a kite among cars
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She can pretend to make a man gray
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She likes to overtake and does not like to sit in the net
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She loves to humiliate on the road, don't come near
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We talk so much with her about our common love
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And together my old women, twisting inside
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Motobrat
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Motobrat
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Motobrother, brother, brother, brother, brother in the subject
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Motobrother, brother, brother, brother, brother in the subject
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Motobrother, brother, brother, brother, brother in the subject
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Motobrother in the subject, motobrother in the subject, motobrother
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Motobrat
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Motobrat
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Motobrother, brother, brother, brother, brother in the subject
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Motobrother, brother, brother, brother, brother in the subject
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Motobrother, brother, brother, brother, brother in the subject
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Motobrother in the subject, motobrother in the subject, moto |