My white bicycle, my white bicycle Four o'clock and they're all asleepRiding all around the streetI'm not tired and it's so lateMoving fast everything looks great.My white bicycle, my white bicycleSee that man, he's all aloneRing my bell, smile at himBetter kick over his garbage binLooks so happy but he's far from homeMy white bicycle, my white bicycleThe rain comes down but I don't careThe wind is blowing in my hairSeagulls flying in the airMy white bicycleThey're one thing I don't believe inPoliceman shouts but I don't see himTo find some charge but it's not leavin'Lift both hands, his head in disgraceThrough the darkness, we still speedMy white bicycle and meShines no light upon my faceMy white bicycle, my white bicycle.
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