Everywhere she goes
There I want to be,
Nowhere at all
Is where I would be
If she had never
Crossed my path,
When she arrives
I know where I am,
When she leaves
I wander,
Not lost
But not waiting to be found,
Until she's near once again
Metal to her magnetic,
I'm coming along
For a ride,
Everywhere is an open road
With the breeze in our hair
And all smiles without a care,
Doesn't matter where is here nor there...

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