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Night ride
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The temperature is 45
I'm all alone
I'm just outside
I'm driving down the road real slow
I don't want to head on home
The air in my hair
And the breeze on my cheeks
My nose may be running
But at least I feel free
Through my tears from the wind
I hear it call to my ears
"Just wreck the bike now
Just end all your fears"
