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Across the Urban Jungle
Towards the towering poles
Old Anthony the cleaner
comes riding home from Coles
His red bicycle bears him
And hard of mood is

we make this shit work
Cause we go together, pretty brown skin like bicycle dirt
And I be feeling really weak, like a toddlers tricycle torque
I put my

Looking out the window at the urban sprawl
Wondering out loud, who has made this all?
Not you, not I, not us, nor anyone
I ain't got no answers,

before broadband and WiFi
We used to play outside, just a bicycle ride 
Was an adventure, always into something
Out In the woods playing war games
With my

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I’m gonna make my way around your town today
So step out of the way, but please enjoy the gentle push
And my bicycle is like a poet, poetry in motion