| Riding our bicycles down on the freeway
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| Leaving distorted cars trailing behind
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| We move like bullets, no danger, no danger
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| We take that for granted
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| Crossed the bridge, left the network behind
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| I could feel it in my heart
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| We gage ourselves and the scenery too
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| We push on forever and a day
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| This is the Ice Age
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| Feeling the trees and the wind on my face
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| Passing along single file
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| Might be autumn but we know it’s not
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| Cynosures hiding in the air
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| All we did was close our eyes
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| A moment come unhinged
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| All we did was close our eyes
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| A world falling into shape
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| The wind purls over a hinterland of long grass
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| Gold, where tiny black horses play
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| Distant mountains move like water
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| My friend is with me, a familiar voice
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| An unfinished memory
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| This is the Age of Innocent Passion |