And in my times of the year,
Incredible in all my years,
I shout out loud,
Hear my voice,
I’m screaming out what I want to say.
I’m calling out,
Screeching now,
On the top of my lungs,
I yell,
“Here I come!”
I follow the train car,
While you’re on your bike,
Going south to Mexico,
Flying fast,
Falling from a plane,
Arrive fast to the ground.
Fuming,
I’m running,
Leaping,
Jumping,
Racing,
For the bike you’re on.
I get on the road,
Making my way towards you,
Trying to face fate,
Standing up to everything.
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