Bike Shoppe Songtext
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Went to the city, we played stickball
One hundred degrees and a fog of mosquitoes
And to think that I feel old here
Don't call me sir, I'm just a boy
The sounds of a skateboard on a sidewalk
Ice cream and candy and a soda
I'm just glad there are no cops here
Just you, me and the world
One hundred degrees and a fog of mosquitoes
And to think that I feel old here
Don't call me sir, I'm just a boy
The sounds of a skateboard on a sidewalk
Ice cream and candy and a soda
I'm just glad there are no cops here
Just you, me and the world
The earth won't stop for me
How long is the summer and how many are there?
If there's another, let's do something impulsive
Six weeks on a roadtrip
Or a lifetime of regret
The earth won't stop for me
How long is the summer and how many are there?
If there's another, let's do something impulsive
Six weeks on a roadtrip
Or a lifetime of regret
The earth won't stop for me
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