No man can sit upon a bike to sing
Or wave his arms to the rains
When it's the bedding and the walls
That keeps our merry chins from the fall
You're laughing louder than the rest
Your laugh, it sinks into my chest
Your laughter lights up the room
The sun is burning out of tune
The church bell's ringing at home
Come clap down on that chair, boy, you're home
When it's the bedding and the walls
That keeps our merry chins from the fall
You're laughing louder than the rest
Your laughter sinks into my chest
Your laughter lights up the room
The sun is burning out of tune
You're laughing louder than the rest
Your laugh, it sinks into my chest
Your laughter lights up the room
The sun is burning out of tune
The church bell's ringing at home
Come clap down on that chair, boy, you're home
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