Bike Riding (Lost in the Sun) (feat. Jcmedly) Video (MV)

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Used to run around
Walk to school, be the fools around town
Turn the sprinklers on
Bring the garden hose out
Turn the key, open the doors
Let's get some air circulating
I wanna hear those 12's
Come on, let's just sit on the curb
Actually as a matter of fact, let's bring out the bikes
Go around
Long days are gone, can't get enough
Oh, we are lost in the sun
You're my daydream now
Run away, run away, run away
Let's run away
Bike riding to the edge of the town
Jump and scramble at the ditch while the sun going down
Running off half a plate and some chips
Hot sauce, Cup of Noodles, and a vodka fifth
I guess it's safe to say we stay pretty busy
Grass stains at baggage claim, flew a couple of cities
Still got work in the morning so we can't run away
A couple days in San Diego, we avoid LA (I'm sending it back)
Keeping it locked to the local station
I lose myself in jazz and conversation
Growing up, meeting new faces
Kind of been out of it lately
But that's fine, enjoy the ride
We'll get punching, kicking by the end of the night time
(By the end of the night) We'll get lost
My handlebars, you can sit
I can pedal around
Just make sure to watch for dips
As we go around town
Or if you would rather not
I can get off my bike
I can roll it and walk as I stare in your eyes
Decide
Long days are gone, can't get enough
Oh, we are lost in the sun
You're my daydream now
Let's run away, run away, run away
Let's run away
Long days are gone, can't get enough
Oh, we are lost in the sun
You're my daydream now
Run away, run away, run away
Girl, let's run away
Fire like I'm third degree, hand on a flame
Pockets full of pennies, next to nothing to my name
I used to dream about a distant street
How can I explain to my brother faraway
I miss those games we used to play
My heaven is the present, so maybe this is it
Pray to God every night to make me believe he exists
Window to the world to see a whole war within
Raining outside tears of crimson
Mind up in flames but throat is in a drought
And he's soaking up the smoke for a case of cottonmouth
Watching her walk, he wants to get down under
A kiss like a sword (no wonder)
Sky causing nostalgia, palm trees in the wind (in the wind)
Dancing on the beach, blasting Aphex Twin (what's that face for?)
Kill the city silence, hazy driving down the street
Chula Vista riding, midnight
Looking to eat
Run away, we could run away
Run away, we could run away