Placeholder: [photo by Russ Meyer on the streets] Come and give your love away, don't play it safe. You may let them fall but I won't let them break. Wanna chase a sunset, are You ready yet? You won't get this chance every day. It's cold out there, don't fear the road just come along with us. You're not alone out there. Let's write a song, make up the melody: “if you're looking for me baby you know you can find me following the sun”. [photo by Russ Meyer on the streets] Come and give your love away, don't play it safe. You may let them fall but I won't let them break. Wanna chase a sunset, are You ready yet? You won't get this chance every day. It's cold out there, don't fear the road just come along with us. You're not alone out there. Let's write a song, make up the melody: “if you're looking for me baby you know you can find me following the sun”.

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[photo by Russ Meyer on the streets] Come and give your love away, don't play it safe. You may let them fall but I won't let them break. Wanna chase a sunset, are You ready yet? You won't get this chance every day. It's cold out there, don't fear the road just come along with us. You're not alone out there. Let's write a song, make up the melody: “if you're looking for me baby you know you can find me following the sun”.

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