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i don't know what to do
i'm going through the roof
i'm asking strangers for answers to questions
i already know the answers to

like "am I dead?"
"do things get better yet?"
"is this all that i have to offer a world
in which i'm insignificant?"

please fix my brain
i want to be same
i want your problems to be mine
and i want to think straight

this is our bike gang
we ride til we die
this is our carousel
we're spinning with no end in sight

this is our bike gang
we ride til we die
this is our carousel
we're spinning with no end...

i gotta a problem
with calling this "art"
because basements and best friends are the only things
that are keeping me from falling apart

maybe it's religion
i know that's real big talk
but i feel so close to you right now
that this is proof of the existence of god

and it's been so long
since i've seen my friends
hey old friends
are we still friends?

~*~guitar solo~*~

if we're gonna drink less
then i'm going home
'cause i can't be sober
and you can't alone

and if you're andromeda
when you smile
i'm perseus the way
this metaphor's designed

this is our bike gang
we ride til we die
this is our carousel
we're spinning with no end in sight

this is our bike gang
we ride til we die
this is our carousel
we're spinning with no end in sight

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