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Two-Wheeled Therapy
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Ironhorse Writer
05/18/2007
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When I'm burnin' with the need
Like good 'ol Johnny Appleseed
Spread myself far, thin and wide
Squeeze the clutch, drop a gear
I'm the hell outta here
Down the road on my Electra Glide
In and out of different towns
Makin' all appointed rounds
Flyin' on a magic carpet ride
Tank is full, lots more gears
Have no worries, got no fears
Down the road on my Electra Glide
You can have your cubicle
Live within a box
Believe the crap that's fed to you
But brother, bullshit walks
Take a hint, get a clue
Before your brain is fried
It's 'In the Wind' psychiatry
On my Electra Glide
Call it two-wheeled therapy
A recipe for sanity
Freedom that will never be denied
The rest is up to you my friend
As for me, I'm in the wind
Down the road on my Electra Glide
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