| The bicycles inside your skull
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| Send you away and out you go Into the streets where all the pretty girls collect their thoughts for you
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| And pin them on to clouds and trees, and aggravate your paranoid
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| And shivering fears and rolling eggs, can you not see a star out there
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| Where all the bricks are bright and free
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| Where all the bricks are bright and elegant and free
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| The lizard skins around yourself
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| Drop off and let the others through
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| In reds and whites and blacks and blues
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| Each facet shines or breaks anew
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| And in a big tall building she lets out her hair into the street
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| Where cars and trucks career through it Until the ends get wrecked and split
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| Where all the doors are bright and free
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| Where all the doors are bright and elegant and free
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| The sun revolves around the sun
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| And then around a bright black moon
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| And in a café by the sea you stir your tea and suck your spoon
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| And when your breakfast comes you’re miles away
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| And all your eggs get cold
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| You’re where the light is blinding bright
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| And all the windows tilt to you
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| Where all the bricks are bright and free… |