American Money

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American Money.
" And like a stallion racing the rain
You rode on the back of my bike
I knew from the song that you sang
That you were my lover for life."

He gripped me on the shoulders as I peddled my way through the park. My hair was flying behind me reaching his shoulders. His was carried by the wind, doing the same.

" I won't, I won't, I won't, cover my scars. I'll let 'em bleed, so my silence, so my silence won't
be mistaken for peace."

My ears were full of the sound of rushing air before he raised his voice and started singing.

His voice; a sweet, rich, smooth sound.

I willed my eyes to stay open so I could see the way and fought the desire to close them.

" Am I wrong for wanting us to make it? Tell me your lies because I just can't face it."

I smiled, feeling happy and content and accomplished, before slowing down a bit to make the next turn.

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