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• Artiste: Hey Ocean!
• Titre: Bicycle
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Peddling as hard and fast as I can go The basket on my bicycle is hanging low It's filled with things that I am bringing to your house You said some strange things on the phone I want to know what they're about When I get there you are gone Your things in boxes on your lawn And all the books you ever read Are stacked upon the step instead Of in your room and all your shoes are Strung out on your neighbour's fence Among all this I find a note addressed to me, it says: I'm leaving this place Not by choice it's my fate I don't want to hurt you Not trying to desert you Some people just weren't cut out for this race Get back on my bicycle I'm moving slow I never thought I'd realize the type of things I've come to know Some people just weren't cut out for this type of life To end up like their fathers With a house, a dog, two kids, a wife The pressures of society are bound to get to you I guess I'll have to let him go I guess I'll cut him loose