When the sun goes down,
iwill come out and ride all night long,
iget this feeling running threw my vains,
so iride till the sunrises,
iride from place to place,
till ifind what iam looking for.....
iride the lonely streets till ifind it,
one day iwill find it
One day...
I will find what they call love.
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