She things she can have everyone
Cos it's written in her horoscope
She things she upholds a lot of you
Well it's true because you gave it up
Drum beats, on the motorbike
On the bike, on the bike you were riding
Your hair hangs down, it's bows get caught
On the bike you were riding
It seems to be too big for all of us
It seems to be a voodoo to critisize
It seems so long
But the time has taken it's toll
Broken bottles and beer stained walls
Seem like the only thing's befriended you
And the nights and the cats and the dustbin calls
All your nightmares have really surrounded you
It seems to be too big for all of us
It seems to be a voodoo to critisize
It seems to be too big for all of us
It seems to be a voodoo to critisize
She things she can have everyone
Cos it's written in her horoscope
She things she upholds a lot of you
Well it's true because you gave it up
Drum beats, on the motorbike
On the bike, on the bike you were riding
Your hair hangs down, it's bows get caught
On the bike you were riding
It seems to be too big for all of us
It seems to be a voodoo to critisize
It seems to be too big for all of us
It seems to be a voodoo to critisize
It seems so real
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