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She blows smoke
It begins to rain
A simple landscape

And it goes insane

You're an idea to her
Just and idea to her
You ride your bike like a tiger
And it goes away

You ride your bike like a tiger
And you feel the same
It comes right up to you
And it goes away

Here in the unpleasantness of sunrise in the brink
I try to ignore myself and stop to take a breath
A pattern is evolving
I take a picture every day
And now l see what they mean

You're an idea to her
Just and idea to her
You ride your bike like a tiger
And it goes insane

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