Artist: Cracker
Song: My Bicycle Spaniard
Album: Golden Age (1996)
And its a long, long way to the top
But when you come down its one headlong rush
You’ve got an itch to scratch the shiny bits of light
Hanging like stars, hanging like stars
And Mary says, you’re such a restless soul
My bicycle spaniard, my magyar of cold
You’ve got an itch to find whats best left lost and cold
My bicycle spaniard, my poor restless soul
My bicycle spaniard, my poor restless soul
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