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They’re in love with the riding
They’re in love with rising
They’re in love with the riding
Cycling junkies ride through any cluster of wounded birds in a V
Faster than the wind
Cycling junkies ride through anything
Even if they may die along the way  

The morning’s just begun
Roosters haven’t even crowed
Cassettes are stuck spinning in the rapids of the black river
Fueled by the cruel traffic stalled by the rain
Rising above the sidewalk cliffs
The puddles are full of dismay

Berg the cycling junkie
Skips across the concrete
Covering his eyes with the fear it might be the end
Sliding on the steel over rocks and cracks
The gravel scratches deeper than the pain
Lucky for the water, lucky for the rain
The rubber floats right by his head
Decorated by yellow plastic
Rising as the lazy sun
Tired from a long day ahead
His thoughts are safe in his brain

Berg, the cycling junkie
Keeps riding fast
Berg and the cycling junkies
Keep riding fast
Riding faster than the wind
What’d you think, that they’d melt in the rain
They’ll keep riding faster than the wind

He skids across the concrete
Gets his kicks when he runs stop signs and red lights
Crosses double yellow lines
And rides lost in narrow streets
Looks for what he can’t find
Hiding from nothing, no weather, no matter if its light, cold or dark
He’s riding faster than the wind
A lighthouse with two red warning flares
The bicycle slides and crashes on concrete waves
The feeling’s lost, it’ll be dancing in Berg’s mind like the gravel in his leg

The thrills of two wheels in a traffic maze
In an endless domain
Packed with parked cars and buses merging left from right
Tow trucks with blinking lights
Stopped in the middle of the road
A distracted mission to never accomplish
It evolves to unique to last
Dodging amassed pedestrians
At night without a headlight
Ajar doors and side view mirrors 
Like the bull’s horns seek the red in life, the cycling junkie

Berg, the cycling junkie
Keeps riding fast
Berg and the cycling junkies
Keep riding fast
Riding faster than the wind
What’d you think, that they’d melt in the rain
They’ll keep riding faster than the wind

He skips on and through the concrete
As an endless bullet shot out of a barrel of a fire
Through the mighty sky
Past the fastest of trains
Here where he rides
In the middle of the double yellow lines
Here where he rides
Dodging yellow cars, public buses, sewer tops, pieces of glass, and drops of rain
The obstacles are distractions
Causing flats and accidents
Not even a bottomless ocean
Can hold Berg’s satisfaction
The wind flies slower than him

The winds pick up in the fall
Got to get up got to get ahead
Got to get up got to get out of town
The kick is gone
The stand is bent
He just wants to lay down
He’s not dead
Got to fly like the flag of the red, white, and blue on a crazy afternoon
Under fifty stars, unlucky stripes
Got to rekindle what he’s fallen way too cool for
Lift and pull, pedalling fast
Turn the mast into the wind
Berg, the subject, the cycling junkie is untwisting himself
From the wind blown trees

Berg, the cycling junkie
Keeps riding fast
Berg and the cycling junkies
Keep riding fast
Riding faster than the wind
What’d you think, that they’d melt in the rain
They’ll keep riding faster than the wind

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