Tomorrow - My White Bicycle | |
Riding
all around the street
Four o’clock and they’re all asleep I’m not tired and it’s so late Moving fast everything looks great. My white bicycle, my white bicycle My white bicycle, my white bicycle See that man, he’s all alone Looks so happy but he’s far from home I ring my bell, I smile at him Then knocked over his rubbish bin My white bicycle, my white bicycle My white bicycle, my white bicycle The rain comes down but I don’t care The wind is blowing in my hair Seagulls flying in the air My white bicycle, my white bicycle My white bicycle, my white bicycle He lifts both hands, his head in disgrace Shines no light upon my face Through the darkness, we still speed My white bicycle and me My white bicycle, my white bicycle My white bicycle, my white bicycle Policeman shouts but I don’t see him They’re one thing I don’t believe in Find some judge, but it’s not thievin’ My white bicycle, my white bicycle My white bicycle, my white bicycle My white bicycle, my white bicycle My white bicycle, my white bicycle |
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