Bicycle bicycle bicycle
I want to ride my bicycle bicycle
Yeah
Grab a broken branch
With a sunburnt hand
In a washed up
I saw you out there
Flying through canyons
High and alone
I won't
Why now does the wind
Sound wounded and thin
It moved through
Today is the day
It's the weekend
It's here, saturday
It's the weekend
Rollin' home alone
Here we go again
As if it's not alright
As
A photo of you in a frame
And no, I will
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