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Bicycle Kings

Bicycle Kings

 

We were the bicycle kings

Rolling on, rolling on fallen leaves

Swinging on, swinging on old oak trees

With a crown of moss

From our bicycle we tossed

Hallelujah and joy, Hallelujah and joy

To the world out there

In cathedrals made of dirt and vine

Just two kids ruling the summertime

 

On a country road

Where the wild wood grow

There ain't no heavy load

And your soul is like a stone

Gods rolling down a country road

 

We were the bicycle kings

In that old swimming pool

Down by the rotary

We sailed a boat made of air and poetry

With a crown of moss

From our bicycle we tossed

Hallelujah and joy, Hallelujah and joy

On our way back home

In cathedrals made of sunshine

Just two kids ruling the summertime

 

On a country

Where the wild wood grow

There ain't no heavy load

And your soul is like a stone

Gods rolling down a country road

 

God got your soul in his pocket of time

He roll you down the road like a country mile

God got your soul in his pocket of time

He roll you down the road like a country mile

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