| There’s a man in a black hat
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| Earnings on a smiling skull
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| Talking to a ballerina
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| In silk threads with a broken nose
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| I overheard your conversation
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| And your theme indeed be strange
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| To avoid further complications
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| I suggest you go your separate ways
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| Well they never see it coming
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| Like the train run out of track
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| If you want to
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| Keep your engine humming
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| Keep your eyes wide ahead
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| & don’t look back
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| There’s still lessons in these blues
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| We’re still free to choose
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| So put on your dancing shoes
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| & come on we’ve got nothing to lose
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| It’s only space & time
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| Big city girls pick your pockets clean
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| The good times done past us by
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| If a man ain’t what he seems
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| Well maybe that mans a spy
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| Well they never see it coming
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| Like the train run out of track
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| If you want to keep your engine humming
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| Keep your eyes wide ahead & don’t look back
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| There’s still lessons in these blues
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| We’re still free to choose
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| So put on your dancing shoes
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| And…
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| There’s still lessons in these blues
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| We’re still free to choose
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| So put on your dancing shoes
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| 'Cuz you know what to do |