.And it's a long, long way to the top
But when you come down it's 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.
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