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My white bicycle, my white bicycle |
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Riding all around the street |
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Four o'clock and they're all asleep |
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I'm not tired and it's so late |
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Moving fast everything looks great. |
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My white bicycle, my white bicycle |
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See that man, he's all alone |
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Looks so happy but he's far from home |
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Ring my bell, smile at him |
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Better kick over his garbage bin |
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My white bicycle, my white bicycle |
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The rain comes down but i don't care |
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The wind is blowing in my hair |
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Seagulls flying in the air |
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My white bicycle |
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Lead: |
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Policeman shouts but i don't see him |
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They're one thing i don't believe in |
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Find some judge, but it's not leavin' |
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Lift both hands, his head in disgrace |
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Shines no light upon my face |
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Through the darkness, we still speed |
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My white bicycle and me |
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My white bicycle, my white bicycle |
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(burgess/west) |
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Getaway music |
