Goo

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Wish I could ride a bike

I'd ride it home to you

Cause lately all my insides feel like goo

Wish I knew all the right words

I'd sing em all to you

Maybe it would help what we're going through

Alright

If I could pick you up

And dust you off

I'd hold your hand

When things got rough

Every step

Going lick for lick

I'm coming home

Wish I could ride a bike

I'd ride it home to you

Cause lately all my insides feel like goo

Wish I knew all the right words

I'd sing em all to you

Maybe it would help what we're going through

If I could pick you up

And dust you off

I'd hold your hand

When things got rough

Every step

Going lick for lick

I'm coming home