"The Silver Star", written and performed by Nick Strauss (c) 2020                  
                                                                                   
[VERSE I]                                                                          
                                                                                   
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Bicycling down the narrow lanes, weaving through the cars                          
                                                                                   
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Messengers cycling about the city core                                             
                                                                                   
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Rising in an elevator letter in hand.                                              
                                                                                   
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To the office, sign for this, please                                               
                                                                                   
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High up the stack, far from the roar  [x2]                                         
                                                                                   
[VERSE II]                                                                         
                                                                                   
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On Friday after work, we would cycle to the silver star.                           
                                                                                   
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The silver star is a bar where we would meet                                       
                                                                                   
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Every Friday we would meet at the silver star                                      
                                                                                   
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Share a beer, then ride the cycle home                                             
                                                                                   
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The silver star is a bar where we would all meet [x2]                              
                                                                                   
[VERSE III]                                                                        
                                                                                   
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Summer days it would rain, we kept on riding                                       
                                                                                   
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Cycling through the wet streets, our clothes soaked all day                        
                                                                                   
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Rising in an elevator letter in hand.                                              
                                                                                   
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To the office, sign for this, please                                               
                                                                                   
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Back down to the bike, the pole and the lock                                       
                                                                                   
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Off down the street, poncho in the rain. [x2]                                      

[VERSE IV]                                                                         
                                                                                   
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The streets got cold, the ice came, I kept riding                                  
                                                                                   
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The car door snapped open, I went flying                                           
                                                                                   
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His window shattered, I was shaken                                                 
                                                                                   
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I straightened the handlebar, I got back on, kept riding.                          
                                                                                   
[VERSE V]                                                                          
                                                                                   
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Many tires since, my silver star, my silver star                                   
                                                                                   
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Long framed, and skinny, my silver star, my silver star                            
                                                                                   
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The page turned, I grew older                                                      
                                                                                   
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Finally, life moved on, time outs over                                             
                                                                                   
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The silver star is a bar where we would all meet