In the morning on a white bicycle
In the morning on a white bicycle
In the morning on a white bicycle I will ride to you
I woke up face down in the snow
from a dream that started seven years ago
I didn't know where I could be
I can't believe I'd sold so many parts of me -
To the pure, from deep in the purest part of me
To the pure, from deep in the purest part of me.
I woke up face up in the sand
from I dream I know I'll never understand
I didn't know if it was real
I just remember how alone I can feel
To the pure, from deep in the purest part of me
To the pure, from deep in the purest part of me.
In the morning on a white bicycle
Afternoon I'm on a red bicycle
In the evening on a black bicycle I will ride to you.
To the pure, from deep in the purest part of me
To the pure, from deep in the purest part of me.
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