Like A Bat Out Hell

Red motorbike in the shadows of the night

Well I can see myself tearing up the road, faster

Than any other boy has ever gone

And my skin is raw, but my soul is ripe,

And no one's gonna stop me now, I'm gonna make my escape

But I can't stop thinking of you,

And I never see the sudden curve until it's way too late

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