| Sorry, son, this is what I’ve done
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| This is what I’ve done
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| It was a long sad supper without you
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| I had to be cruel to be kind
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| We have to leave the past behind (La-la-la)
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| And isn’t it strange how people can change? |
| (Ahh)
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| And isn’t it weird how people I feared
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| They all seem worthless now?
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| I will ride on my bicycle
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| I ride thinking of you
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| As I’m riding on my tricycle, I ride
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| I see the sun in the trees
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| And I feel the psychedelic breeze
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| And I see the sun in the trees
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| And I feel the psychedelic breeze
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| Sorry son, this is what I’ve done
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| This is what I’ve done
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| It was a long sad supper without you
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| Please don’t hold me responsible
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| I tried, and I tried
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| It wasn’t the same without my brain (Ahh)
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| It wasn’t a game, it wasn’t a game, no
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| Oh, not now
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| I will ride on my bicycle
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| I ride thinking of you
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| As I’m riding on my tricycle, I ride
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| I see the sun in the trees
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| And I feel the psychedelic breeze
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| And I see the sun in the trees
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| And I feel the psychedelic breeze
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| La-la-la
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| Sorry, son
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| Oh, I am so sorry, son |