Down the road
Wind in our hair
On our bikes we go
We come from different backgrounds
But family we are
Not blood related
A group together as one
Brothers and sisters are we
Ride down the highway
going wherever it leads
On our bikes
Together are we
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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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