At night when everyone¡¯s in bed
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I get my bike out of the shed
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Ride down the hill head for the city
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It¡¯s my favorite place to go
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Don¡¯t think anybody knows
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How good the world is while they¡¯re sleeping
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So many lights but it¡¯s so silent
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Got the streets all to myself
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This is what i do
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Down by the lake i take a break
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Then up along the main street
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Buildings so tall they¡¯ll never fall
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Feel safe when hey¡¯re around me
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I¡¯ve known this city all my life
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Cut through the backstreets like a knife
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I ride around till dawn starts breaking
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Dear Diary
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| Snitch |
