sábado, 10 de dezembro de 2011

Riding forward with my eyes closed

You never forget your first bike
Mine was red
I remember the day i've first seen it
like it was yesterday
I remember daddy holding the seat
For I was afraid to fall

I am still afraid to fall

I remember so well my first bike
She was red
And had curly hair and brown eyes
And we held each other for such a long time
So hard

And I was so afraid to fall

You would never forget your first bike
Mine was so far away
Until I first saw it
And then I was so far away
And I had to climb all those stairs
Just to be so high
So high

But I was still so afraid to fall

How can I forget?
I can still see you there alone
Like it was yesterday

And I'm still so afraid to fall

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