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(hmmm-mm-mmm) Midnight in the alleyways with rusty chains and grease
Working by the porch light while the city lay at peace
He'd take the broken frames
and make them roll again for free
He never asked for names,
just left them by the gate To see the children flying high,
defying heavy weight
Oh, we ride on the wheels of kindness
Spinning gold through the dust and the rain
Every spark that you leave in the dark
Comes rolling back again
Years passed by like water,
and the boy had made his way
He walked back down the old streets where the children used to
play
And there beneath the streetlamp,
someone called his name
Oh, we ride on the wheels of kindness
Spinning gold through the dust and the rain
Every spark that you leave in the dark
Comes rolling back again
He showed him that old bicycle,
still painted shining blue
(yeah,
still shining blue)