There was a time
When I was young and fine
Death never strikes
When I go ride my bike
My bike
Behind the attic's door
I see you on the floor
Whatever you were
It's always flame qüer
My bike
But now I'm old and dead
And I'm laying in my bed
I feel good when I fly
But I still ride my bike
My bike
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