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Kate:
Stand tall,
Light - Line falling
The sun is calling
So lets ride the rain and go
Let’s go

Lets ride, Michelle
Lets ride

Michelle:
Kate took control of every trip,
We took,
Buying into non-conformity,
She drove us,
She rode us,
She saved us
And once we were out on the road,
Did she uncover my eyes,
So I could see
‘Cause she knew I would run for the hills,
From a lack of certainty, I would flee

She believed in rolling the windows down,
She believed in the artistry,
Of not having plans,
And to not understand
Where to go when rolling around in town

Kate:
This ain’t right

Michelle:
What’s not right?

Kate:
Your descriptions. Your depictions? Put more effort into it.

Michelle:
I’m trying

Kate:
Then try harder

Michelle:
Do you remember, the day that you came to me?

Kate:
Yeah?

Michelle:
You sat down, somewhat solemnly,
And with one hand on my knee,
You looked at me
And said:
“Where you live doesn’t define,
The girl you are
Your family are lovely, to me,
And to me you are a star”

Riding Round,
We head for the South
Or sometimes we instead go West,
And the rest we make up,
Within our heads
Music is blasting,
The wind is blaring,
And we’re beyond caring
‘Cause crazy, little me
Has discovered the star that you saw in me

Kate:
Michelle, what the Hell?

Michelle:
What?

Kate:
You’re too reluctant. You must strike strong.
Now,
You see the speed I’m going at?

Michelle:
Yeah?

Kate:
Well, we’re going at a speed where a collision is almost certain, unless a quick change of direction.

Michelle:
Okay?

Kate:
So which way should I turn? Left or right?

Michelle:
I don’t know, which way?

Kate:
Who cares? A crash is about to happen. 3…2…1 Which Way?!

Michelle:
I don’t know?! Right!

Kate:
Slow, ‘Chelle, slow

Michelle:
I know right. Bloody Hell!
I don’t know. We’re just watching the sky rise, slow
I don’t know. But all I know is I don’t have the strength inside,
To let go.
The car is full,
And the sun still shines
And there’s a glaze of hope shining in my eyes
I don’t know. But all I know is I don’t have the strength inside,
To let go.

I can’t look back,
To seek what’s spaced
‘Cause there a tear in my eye
When I see your smiling face
So I’ll just drive,
I’ve come too far to feel like I’m not alive
Though you’re not alive
I feel your soul in me,
Though you’re a distant memory
‘Cause bleeding in my chest,
Is your heart, your eyes
But I can’t let your shone soul rest

Kate
So, where do you wanna go, now?

Michelle:
Take a left.

Kate:
No, I mean in life. What’s your dream? Where do you wanna go?

Michelle:
Not sure… I want to drive?

Kate:
No! More, ‘Chelle, more. Come on!

Michelle:
I want to feel the wind in my face.

Kate:
Bigger!

Michelle:
I want to be an actress! I want to shine!

Kate:
Yes, kid! C’mon!

Michelle:
I want to break rules. I want to complete impossibilities. I want to see the world!

Kate:
I want to paint. And live a life with no rules.

Michelle:
I want to ride forever!

Michelle:
The skyline overseas,
The starlight’s not empty
Just freedom
Just freedom
No hurt, work out our careers
Fleetwood Mac is all I hear
David Bowie playing, nice and loud
Hurt, we can’t allow

The stars are full,
No time to sleep
Freedom’s all we need
No hurt, we work on our careers
Music’s all we hear
David Bowie playing, nice and loud
Hurt, we can’t allow

Just ride into the sun,
Freedom

Lessons, we’re learning
Step into sun
Meeting, retreating
A lost history
If on edge,
Will I learn how to just be?

Lean on it. Love it. Live in history.
Keep it. Believe it. Stood still, retreat.
Just a young girl,
With no,
Purpose to be
Trees changing, exchanging
Their colours, they blur
Elated, showcasing
Their gift to the world
If I believe it,
Then will it work?
Or will I live out my life
Rearranging the hurt?

She’s laughing,
And I’m laughing
Just like she’s alive
A sunken spirit
Uplifted the skies
If I believe it,
Then will it work?
Or will I live out my life
Rearranging the hurt?

Driving faster,
Songs blaring
We sing along
No hurting, just Fleetwood
Our favourite songs
If I believe it,
Then will it work?
Or will I live out my life
Rearranging the hurt?

Will I live out my life
Rearranging the hurt?
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