Cycle
The Pastels
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Sticky melons juices flow
Cycle paths broken glass
Where did all our summers go?
Boarded-up bars
Dull neon stars
A logging lorry lost its way
Guided by your sweet allure
Tender tasting wanting more
Only me that knows your there
Don't sit in that empty chair
Where do melted icebergs go?
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Barbon-dating beating time
Electric cars
Clashes on mars
Charm me with your hostess calm
Lonely ripples wash the shore
Lazy on the beat and sigh
Promises on tips of tongues
Make a place that no one knows
Trickle sands between our toe
Unlearn what we think we know
Shield your eyes
Wishful sighs
The yellow sign says follow me