Like flying, always rushing.
Meeting the wind,
Hitting your face.
Doesn't stop, doesn't look back
Until I reach it
Too fast, too speed
Sometimes it disappears, it always disappears.
It's a shame because it can't be returned
The childhood I'm looking for
I already smell it, I want to fly
Ride, ride
I'm going to pedal the magical BMX
Go ahead! Trample!
Alright! Function!
Go ahead! All right!
A little blistered, a little lacking.
Hot exhaust,
The old one is rusting.
When you were young, you could do anything

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