Rusted handlebars out in the rain
Somebody must have an orphanage for
These things nobody wants anymore
September's reminding July
It's time to say goodbye
Summer is gone my love will remain
Old broken bicycles out in the rain
Broken bicycles, don't tell my folks
With all those playing cards pinned to the spokes
Laid out like skeletons out on the lawn
Wheels won't turn when the other half's gone
Seasons can turn on a dime
Somehow I forget every time
Well, the things that you've given me will always stay
Broken but I won't throw them away
Tom Waits, One from the heart
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