Sorry son, this is what I've done,
this is what I have done.
It was a long sad supper without you.
I had to be cruel to be kind.
We have to leave the past behind.
La la la.
And isn't it strange how people can change?
And isn't it weird how people I feared
they all seem worthless now?
I will ride on my bicycle,
I ride thinking of you.
As I'm riding on my tricycle,
I ride.
I see the sun in the trees,
and I feel the psychedelic breeze.
I see the sun in the trees,
and I feel the psychedelic breeze.
Sorry son, this is what I've done,
this is what I have done.
It was a long sad supper without you.
Please don't hold me responsible.
I tried and I tried.
It wasn't the same without my brain.
It wasn't a game, it wasn't a game.
Oh not now.
I will ride on my bicycle,
I ride thinking of you.
As I'm riding on my tricycle,
I ride.
I see the sun in the trees,
and I feel the psychedelic breeze.
I see the sun in the trees,
and I feel the psychedelic breeze.
La la la.
Sorry son
Oh I am so sorry son.
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