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by miranda miller Sep 3, 2007 category : Friendship, family / best friends
Grab the handle bars and start it up Vibrations make me feel like a new born pup Roll the gas, there it goes Hit the brake with my biggest toes Feel the brim with my beating heart My own track with no start The smell of dirt tickles my nose As the motivation makes my ears close Clear the jump and head straight Empty my head of love and hate Up ahead is my long time enemy Legs like shocks are my remedy Jump it like it was yesterday Now its time to test and play My father's telling me to race But i just wanna take my own pace Feel the wind on my bare skin On my own track, i know I'll always win