Yours
You left your bicycle wheel on my chair again,
It reminds me every day of our days in France,
Turning and turning
It spins and spins when my daydreams come whirling.
You left your bicycle wheel on my chair again,
It reminds me every day of our days in France,
Turning and turning
It spins and spins when my daydreams come whirling.
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