Broken bicycles,Old busted chains,Rusted handle barsOut in the rain.Somebody mustHave an orphanage forThese things that nobodyWants any moreSeptember's reminding JulyIt's time to be saying ... good-bye.
Summer is gone,But our love will remain.Like old broken bicyclesLeft out in the rain.
Broken Bicycles,Don't tell my folks;There's all those playing cardsPinned to the spokes,Laid down like skeletonsOut on the lawn.One wheel won't turnWhile the other has gone.The seasons can turn on a dime,Somehow I forget every time;These things you've given meThey always will stayThey're broken... but I'll never throw them away
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