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fat man slouched over the bench laughs at my transportation
every time i drive by him he fills with jubilation
he's laughing at my tires he's laughing at my horn
and the cards in my spokes
if i had time i'd tell him my story so he knows i'm not a hoax
like this:
my car is shot it hasn't moved an inch since 1995
so my friends and i did not have much you could
call a social life
we got sick of walking, sick of hitching, sick of taking hikes
so we didn't buy a car or a minivan -- we all bought bikes
geeks on bikes, geeks on bikes (ad nauseum)
i'm up at dawn to call my friends to relay the day's big plans
& before you know it our helmets are on
our gloves are on our hands
we drive down main to the dairy queen -- always in single file
and the fun piles up behind us yeah -- mile after mile
[chorus]
i always drive my bike safely with mirrors
and when it's dirty i was it with tears
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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