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Sick for motorbike
I was daydreaming alone
sick for motorbike
I don't know what to begin with
sick for motorbike
the air of my room is foul
sick for motorbike
I will do anything for drive
Let's go beyond my depth
you too are against me
tell me frankly what your ideas on paradise
Walk with long strides
I was daydreaming alone
walk with long strides
but my soul was dry and stiff
Let's go beyond my depth
you too are against me
tell me frankly what your ideas on my paradise
Oh, my paradise
Look something just flashed...