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No, my bike's got nothing to prove so baby, it must be me living in a helluva a town chompin the bit to be free Running the lights cruising the edge into the sun yes, someday we'll see Wrap your arms tight I'll throttle us up we've no more dues, or fees Leaving at dawn our blinders on Hell yes, just you and me The demons and cops they may try to stop but that's too little too late Souls scream as we yell thru the gates of hell Baby, I don't want to wait Forever just me, and you it's what we'll do as our liberty rings like a bell
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
Rolling outta hell
No, my bike's got nothing to prove so baby, it must be me living in a helluva a town chompin the bit to be free Running the lights cruising the edge into the sun yes, someday we'll see Wrap your arms tight I'll throttle us up we've no more dues, or fees Leaving at dawn our blinders on Hell yes, just you and me The demons and cops they may try to stop but that's too little too late Souls scream as we yell thru the gates of hell Baby, I don't want to wait Forever just me, and you it's what we'll do as our liberty rings like a bell
Kinda a Bob Seger/Meatloaf, Roll me away/Bat outta hell type thing ;D
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
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