Woorden: Blur. Mace.

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Pedalling on a bicycle
I'm on my way to make a call
I try to touch you
Through the double glazing
But the curtains were drawn
The family gone away

CHORUS:
Used to know, but now you don't (x3)
No-one can see
When they get mace in their ey-ey-ey-eyes

They're papering the walls
And the windows
No light in here
In or out
The heating's on
And I'm feeling drowsy
I fall asleep
And dream of burning down the house

REPEAT CHORUS

I'm pedalling on a bicycle
I'm on my way to make a call
The sun is out
And I'm feeling drowsy
I fall asleep
And dream of burning down the house

REPEAT CHORUS