| There’s a rainbow on your red bicycle
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| And I see it in your eyes
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| You wipe your wet nose with your icicle sleeves
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| And you fold it twice
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| Your eyes: In the middle of the road
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| Your eyes: It’s the same as always
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| You see they’re drowning now
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| You see they’ve gone cold
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| You see they’re drowning now
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| You see they hold enough dew
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| You fall from a stone and I kiss red lips
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| And I follow you home
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| You wipe tears away with your icicle sleeves
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| And you said good night
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| Your eyes: They’re closing in the night
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| Your eyes: It’s the same old story
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| You see they’re drowning now
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| You see they’ve gone cold
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| You see they’re drowning now
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| You see they hold enough dew
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| I wonder if you are the same without me
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| I wonder if you are the same
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| You said they’re all drowning now
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| You said I’ll shout it out
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| You said I’ll change their view
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| You said I’ll shout it out
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| You said I’ll change their view
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| You said I’ll change their view |