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Sunday morning
Wore my best
Rolled up blue jeans
And a green bucket hat

And the strings of my bikini
Are flapping on my back
As I peddled up a breeze
On that black top paved path

So I ride
Legs out wide
Almost took a tourist out on that last freestyle
And for the moment IâEUR(TM)d forgotten even why I was there
And how I was hoping there was something for me up at the top of Kill Devil Hills

Around and around
Atop the mound
Where 1,000 failures lay in state in silence underground
As I circle around and try to memorize every word
I soon realize that I, I, I
Am completely done for.

Faster now
Passing trees
And the salty sun
Takes a morning washcloth over me
When I lick my lips
I can taste the ocean on the breeze
Baptized by the failures buried below
Kill Devil Hills

Round and round
Up the mound
Where 1,000 failures
lay in state in silence underground
As I circle around
and try to memorize every word
And thought of all the times
IâEUR(TM)d pushed my faith to the edge and watched it burn
I soon realize that I, I, I
Am completely
Absolutely
Indubitably
Done for.