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On the back of a bike you are free and i am imprisoned in the anger
The wheels turn faster and faster
My heart races with all the tears with no way to drain them
As you race up that mountain you run away from us
The kids so concerned
I have no answers no reassuring
You think nothing of it
A ride with a brother from another mother
That is not at all what i see
Your arms around another
No matter how loose or how tight it still hurts
I would never do that to you
I know our worlds are colliding right now
But my love is way better then a ride on a motorcycle
Obviously that's not at all how you see it.
We have our problems
But i respect how you feel way more then any freedom that it may give.
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