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I threw my bike off the road
And lie in the grass
The hot winds blow
Promises I'll never know

Don't act twelve
With a delinquent mind
The sky turned yellow and blue
Like a week-old bruise

These days things loom above me
My head is empty
My tongue and lips
Are swollen
I threw my bike off the road   And lie in the grass   The hot winds blow   Promises I'll never know      Don't act twelve   With a delinquent mind   The sky turned yellow and blue   Like a week-old bruise      These days things loom above me   My head is empty   My tongue and lips   Are swollen