| Ridin' all around the streets
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| Four o’clock and they’re all asleep
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| I’m not tired, and it’s so late
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| Movin' fast everything looks great
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| My white bicycle
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| (My white bicycle)
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| My white bicycle
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| (My white bicycle)
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| See that man, he’s all alone
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| Looks so happy but he’s far from home
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| I ring my bell and smile at him
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| Then I go by his rubbish bin
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| My white bicycle
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| (My white bicycle)
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| My white bicycle
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| (My white bicycle)
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| The rain comes down but I don’t care
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| The wind is blowing in my hair
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| Seagulls flying in the air
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| My white bicycle
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| (My white bicycle)
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| My white bicycle
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| (My white bicycle)
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| The lamppost hangs his head in disgrace
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| Shines no light upon my face
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| Through the darkness, we still see
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| My white bicycle and me
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| My white bicycle
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| (My white bicycle)
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| My white bicycle
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| (My white bicycle)
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| Policeman shouts but I don’t see him
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| They’re one thing I don’t believe in
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| He’ll find some charge but it’s not thievin'
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| My white bicycle
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| (My white bicycle)
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| My white bicycle
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| (My white bicycle)
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| My white bicycle
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| (My white bicycle)
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| My white bicycle
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| (My white bicycle) |