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I have got to go |
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Let me ride upon your handlebars |
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Did you ever know |
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I'd been waiting in a black sidecar? |
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I'm a fickle ghost |
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Every hour I've changed my mind |
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But, whatever else |
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To the present I have never lied |
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You never went away |
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You've been sitting in the wet back yard |
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You didn't even hide |
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You were waiting with a question mark |
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Though it's what you want |
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We will never put away the past |
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There's a quiet witch hunt |
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And the color's never going to hold fast |
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There is a languid man |
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He is looking through his sleepy eyes |
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Turn around again |
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Never knew he could be this wise |
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I have got to go |
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Let me ride upon your handlebars |
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Did you ever know |
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I'd be waiting to see who you are? |