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Jet trails across an autumn sky
High tail it to your bike and fly
If you could
Over the neighborhood
Zipped up against the evening damp
You're off and riding up a ramp
And where you land
Is different than where you planned
Ape hanger
We're gonna ride right off
Wrote out names on cemetery bridge
Threw jack-o-lanterns off the edge
Into the dark
And waited for dogs to bark
Ape hanger
We're gonna ride right off
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