| Out on a bicycle a reflection left behind
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| The desires of your daughters they will never be defined
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| Wild pedal wild energized by the stolen vodka and triple-sec
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| Wheels spurting up the flecks of mud on your blue jeans and your turtleneck
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| I’m out on a bicycle feeling god is on my side
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| My mother didn’t believe in discipline or the unconscious mind
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| Ooh when you finally realize our love is found between the waking and the
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| dreaming
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| Ooh we fight one another in the afternoon we bathe we bathe each other in the
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| evening
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| Pick up pickup your tiny arm and put it round put it round the shoulder of your
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| mother
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| Pick up pickup your tiny arm and put it round put it round the shoulder of your
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| mother
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| Somewhere between the road and the ever-darkening sky
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| Ooh the greediness of our hearts will not be satisfied
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| As it is said by the occupants who rally round the outer steps of parliament
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| So it is said confidentially by the men and women working in the government
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| Pick up pick up the bayonet and run it through run it through the stomach of
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| your brother
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| Pick up pick up the bayonet and run it through run it through the stomach of
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| your brother
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| Pick up pick up your bloody arm and put it round put it round the shoulder of
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| your lover
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| Pick up pick up your bloody arm and put it round put it round the shoulder of
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| your lover |