Feel the pistons pound

Wind in the face
With leather all around
Setting the pace
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Throttle pulled back
An almost perfect sound
Chasing the sun
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Blacktop goes by
And makes an eerie sound
Lips cracked and dry
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Hairpin ahead
It's time to gear it down
Sun turning red
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Night creatures drone
Sleeping bag on the ground
Spent to the bone
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Morning birds warn
No time to wait around
New day is born
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Dry weeds tumble
Across the shifting ground
Tail pipes rumble
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Road stretches out
An inner peace is found
No time for doubt
Feel the pistons pound