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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.