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through the curves
My heart starts to pound
With every twist and turn
I cover more ground
No limits to explore
No fear in my eyes
Motorbike madness
It's

summer
We'll come back for Indian summer
We'll come back for Indian summer
And go our separate ways

Cover me with rain walk me down the lane
I'll drink

copped me a handy?
'Member seein' pops on the line, now I get shivers when I stand on that street
I lost Josh on a motorbike
Plan A was never the plan B

foot up on they neck just like a bow tie yea
She love how I'm comin not when I'm leavin
Get you unda dem covers I'm undefeated
She be messin with me

class
Don't forget your motorbike fee
It's just cool to see you like this
The real meaning of what it's like, to fall in love

Sometimes when I begin

shit like a motorbike
Trust my intuition when I know that ain't something right
Give me one night girl I could promise I'll change your life
I could

shoulder on a summer night
I love how you keep it something right
Then you typing to another type of someone who won't cover like I cover, right?
My, my

Indian Summer

Beat Happening

Jamboree

1988

And go our separate ways
Motorbike to cemetery
Picnic on wild berries
French toast with molasses
Croquet and Baked Alaskas
We'll come back for Indian

Nothing Ever Happens Round Here

Chris de Burgh

Quiet Revolution

1999

night it was the same old dream,
On the cover of a magazine,
She looked good, but it could never come true,
'Cause nothing ever happens round here,

Indian Summer

Luna

Slide

1993

And go our separate ways
Motorbike to cemetery
Picnic on wild berries
French toast with molasses
Croquet and Baked Alaskas
We'll come back for Indian

my guitar (Ah, ah, ah, yeah, yeah)
Just because I am a cool blooded man (Yes, I am)
I’m going to LA on my motorbike
Baby I’m so fast with the wind in

spells, love potions, a fool for love
Partners in crime, mentors and instigators
Poets and painters, criminal investigators 
Motorbike bike dreamers, bar

the boulevard
Faceplanted over a million times
Suicide bombs and a million mines
Just to make it on the cover of Time
Probably hired some school shooters too

was a ready
Had the place shaking, but she was rock steady
-All night long, had me howling at the moon

Hoping to keep it cool under covers
But this

anymore in the lobby
On the highway driving my motorbike back to my place
More silver then gold filter like old pictures
I pull my camera out and then I go

suffers through life
Like there's no nights to go searching for lovers but then it covers the friendship
When the other gets shot by stupid Cupid
You

rhymes)
Moscato yeah that's wine
(Moscato yea that's wine)
All my shawtys gotta eat fine

She not from round here told her i'll cover her flight
Wanna top

just wanna steal my veggies but my carrot's bright
I'ma make them sense this sound like motorbikes
I did the hikes, I ain't for the hype
I'm Roy Jones in

of electric generators
The herds of motorbikes
I hate all of this 
But I love life

I hate a lot of things
The big bellies in pants
The cigars in wealthy suits

wanna hedge my bets, i wanna cover my ass,
I wanna be marginal middle class.

I don't wanna have a lot of dough,
I just wanna be your average joe.
I wanna