While I sail my bicycle on through a storm
My knuckles are seizing and crack in the cold
But I smile as the helmsman which keeps me warm
As the rudder, my handlebars, glow like gold.
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I sail my bicycle on through a storm
While I sail my bicycle on through a storm
My knuckles are seizing and crack in the cold
But I smile as the helmsman which keeps me warm
As the rudder, my handlebars, glow like gold.