Track 1494/8In The 80s

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He sat me down and he brushed my hair Said it made my way and it led somewhere When I told him how cold it was out there He laughed and he told me that I was scared On your bike, so he said, in the eighties In this, it would seem, we are fated Yet the place that you live is sedated And everyone there is related He took me as far as he dared to ride Said I'd have to imagine he was by my side As I took his hand, I nearly cried Said that if I returned I would be his bride On your bike, so he said, in the eighties In this, it would seem, we are fated Yet the place that you live is sedated And everyone there is related He gave me a kiss and a mobile phone And a contact name at the head patrol No matter how far, I would need to roam Said a place in his heart would always be my home Told us of lives in the eighties Cities are too populated And the jobs, they are all overrated And nobody here is related