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i met a little girl and i settled down |
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in a little house out on the edge of town |
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we got married, we swore we'd never part |
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then little by little we drifted from each other's heart |
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at first i thought it was just restlessness |
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that would fade as time went by and our love grew deep |
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but in the end there was more i guess |
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that tore us apart and made us weep |
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i'm riding a stolen bike |
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up and down Damon Avenue |
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each night i wait to get caught |
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but i never do |
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she asked if i remembered those letters i wrote |
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when our love was young and bold |
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she said last night she read those letters |
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and they made her feel one hundred years old |
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i'm riding a stolen bike |
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on a pitch black night |
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i keep telling myself it's gonna be alright |
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but i ride by night and i travel in fear |
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that in this darkness i will disappear |
