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CmBroken bicycles Gold busted chains
Fm7with rusted handlebars G7out in the Cmrain
Cmsomebody must have an Gorphanage for
Fm7all these things that A#7nobody Dwants any G7more
CSeptember isA# reminding FmJuly Fm7
G7it's time to be Gadd9saying Cm7goodbye C9
Fm7summer is A#7gone
but Dour love will Gdimremain
like Fm7old broken Gadd9bicycles
C#7out in the G7sus4rain
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Cmbroken bicycles Gdon't tell my folks
Fm7there's all those playing cards
G7pinned to the Cmspokes
Cmlaid down like skeletons Gout on the lawn
Fm7the wheels won't A#7turn when the Dother has G7gone
Cthe seasons canA# turn on a Fmdime Fm7
G7somehow I forgetGadd9 every Cm7time C9
Fm7for all the things that you've A#7given me
Dwill always Gdimstay
Fm7broken but Gadd9I'll never
C#7throw them G7sus4away
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