Riding my bike
The wind in my face
Peace in my heart
Riding my bike
The freedom to go
Rather by myself or with friends
Riding my bike always gives me a grin
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Music
Give me the beat boy to frrr my soul Music is life in its purest form May your music ring the tone That brings this wayward traveler homes
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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