| I’m a juggler out in traffic
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| Just another clown
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| Throwing fire at the sky
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| You are facing forward
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| Heading out of town
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| Just waiting for the light
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| Here together in the street
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| The way it is, we never meet
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| Red goes green and you go by
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| I used to go 'round for the change
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| I’d go from car to car
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| With my jester’s cap in hand
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| When I tried to catch your eye
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| You’d always look away
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| And rush to roll your window up
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| I never lingered there for long
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| Time the light and move along
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| But red go green and you’d go by
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| The switch from bowling pins to fire
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| I did it all for you
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| For you, gunning off into what future
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| I did it all for you
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| And I’m still out here at midnight
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| Looking for the stars
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| In the streetlamp glow
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| Just a juggler out in traffic
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| With a broken heart
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| For it’s later than you know
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| Here together in the street
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| The way it is, we never meet
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| Red goes green and you go by
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| One than two then three then one
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| Atoms round an empty sun
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| One than two then three then one
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| This is how the trick is done
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| One than two then three then one
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| A centrifuge, a cyclotron
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| One than two then three then one
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| Glory be thy trick be done |