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26-10-2014 / 16:35

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Rattling keys in my hand
You will never understand
How they make me feel

Squeaky lock, creaking door
Of that ol’ rusty store
Shedding light on that thick rear wheel

Take a breath, smell the scents
Gasoline, leather pants
Yeah, that wild rumbling roar
Gives a thrill through my core


Want to get lost on purpose
Riding that long, long road
Greeting oncoming others
Keeping the bikers code

Finding the broad horizon
Chasin’ the bright sunlight
Challenge the road and shadows
Until the fall of night

Let the wind caress my face
The smell of spring clear my mind
Let the rumble fill the place
Leaving all sorrow behind


Put your bike on the side
Let your heart feel the pride
By enjoying this mighty view

Feel the peace, a warm embrace
Of that wide colored place
Reminds me of ancient art

Take a breath, smell the scents
Hot exhaust, trees and plants
You will never understand
Rattling keys in my hand