3.Bicycles
I'm taking out a table cloth
And staying in this parking lot
After all the time I slept
I burned a hole and I fell through
As I fall feet first, I forget which way is up
Double back, cross the floor, once again, I've lost my touch
But I'm not afraid to crawl
I'm not afraid to crawl
Again and again
I wanna grab my bicycle.
And ride it down to mexico
I'll throw it on the railroad tracks.
And inch by inch I will drag it home.
As I fall feet first, I forget which way is up
Double back, cross the floor, once again, I've lost my touch
But I'm not afraid to crawl
I'm not afraid to crawl
Again and again
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