Motorbike (Wild Ones) - Smallpools

Motorbike (Wild Ones)

Smallpools

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Ripped up t-shirt on the seat

Liquor stores and lotteries

It wasn't you it wasn't me as far as I can see

Through plastic shades that block the sun

Never cry in front of anyone

A pack of reds and bubble gum

Now what have we become

Been so long, through the dust kicked up from the door

As it opens

Been so long, and I'm right back there again

Motorbike, drunk on gasoline igniting

On a six speed flying

Bedroom eyes, lookin through your window at me

Hold on tight, hold on to me

When we were the wild ones, when we were the wild ones

When we were the wild ones, when we were the wild ones

Restless summer on the road

Phone booth calls to check back home

Road map folded in your jeans

Disco fries off 17

You found love outside of town

It was hard when you came back around

Every distant memory now feels so close when

I hear that sound

Motorbike, drunk on gasoline igniting

On a six speed flying

Bedroom eyes, lookin through your window at me

Hold on tight, hold on to me

When we were the wild ones, when we were the wild ones

When we were the wild ones, when we were the wild ones

- It's already the end -