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its all in a big buff,
its all like a big lie.

it all pilles up, it loses its grip.
it countinues to go by like the white summer and the green bicycles.
the man with red hair and a black gitar, signs and cries as he countinues to
follow something that his heart tells him not to go for.

white summer and green bicycle, red hair with black gitar.

its a resemblence i know to well,
he still sitting there, waiting for a never ending response.

it gives you another chance, to see if you can or cant go on.

tripping in your own shoes, that never were there.
giving time way, knowing time is what you dont wish to share.

the lies that come so see me, cause me to see me.
and shows me the big bluff.

the big scam that shows life.
that its all a big flare.

white summer and a green bicycle, red hair with black gitar.
that man still there, just as yesturday.
playing the same song, for the loved one that lives but had died in character.