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Wish I could ride a bike
I'd ride it home to you
Cause lately all my insides feel like goo
Wish I knew all the right words
I'd sing em all to you
Maybe it would help what we’re going through
Alright
If I could pick you up
And dust you off
I'd hold your hand
When things got rough
Every step
Going lick for lick
I'm coming home
Wish I could ride a bike
I'd ride it home to you
Cause lately all my insides feel like goo
Wish I knew all the right words
I'd sing em all to you
Maybe it would help what we’re going through
If I could pick you up
And dust you off
I'd hold your hand
When things got rough
Every step
Going lick for lick
I'm coming home