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Ridin' all around the streets |
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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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Movin' fast everything looks great |
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My white bicycle |
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(My white bicycle) |
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My white bicycle |
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(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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I ring my bell and smile at him |
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Then I go by his rubbish bin |
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My white bicycle |
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(My white bicycle) |
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My white bicycle |
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(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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(My white bicycle) |
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My white bicycle |
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(My white bicycle) |
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Lift up 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 see |
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My white bicycle and me |
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My white bicycle |
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(My white bicycle) |
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My white bicycle |
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(My white bicycle) |
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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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He'll find some judge but it's not leavin' |
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My white bicycle |
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(My white bicycle) |
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My white bicycle |
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(My white bicycle) |
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My white bicycle |
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(My white bicycle) |
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My white bicycle |
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(My white bicycle) |
