| I rode my bike to town today
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| Wobbling down the path
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| I knew the kids would see me
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| I love it when they laugh
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| And I wish I were a camera
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| And I could slice time like a knife
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| Seeing stories in the faces
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| And crystallizing life
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| Wish I were a camera
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| I wish it all the time
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| It gives my eyes a reason
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| It gives my life a rhyme
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| I’d be a lens that could see souls
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| A shutter that never shuts
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| I’d have film that lasts forever
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| I would live in huts
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| In the jungles of South America
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| Like my father before the war
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| I’d find out where we came from
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| And what this life is for
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| And I wish I were a camera
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| I wish it all the time
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| It gives my eyes a reason
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| It gives my life a rhyme
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| I wish I were a camera
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| I wish it all the time
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| It gives my eyes a reason
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| It gives my life a rhyme
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| And I would climb right off this planet
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| On the clearest night of all
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| And photograph the future
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| When it finally comes to call
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| I would save up all these images
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| These instants in a box
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| And when I am old and lonely
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| They could cover up the clocks
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| And I wish I were a camera
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| I wish it all the time
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| It gives my eyes a reason
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| It gives my life a rhyme
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| I wish that I could shoot at night
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| And leave without a trace
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| And catch my lover’s sleeping smile
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| By the starlight on her face
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| But I think mostly that I’d see children
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| 'Cause they haven’t learned to hide
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| And they watch me on my bicycle
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| And laugh with me as I ride
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| While I ride, while I ride
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| While I ride, while I ride … |