| The body dances to the beat
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| Of the noises from the street
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| As patterns, grids, and schedules go
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| We took a subway to the show
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| So give us this day our daily commute
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| On the bus in three piece suits
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| Say goodbye, kiss and ride
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| On the way to the club, look outside
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| The movement kills in several ways
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| Although we see it as delay
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| The steering wheel, a guillotine
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| The body dances to the beat
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| Wife: «Take the subway, fuck the street»
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| The flesh twists between the gap
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| And passengers are also trapped
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| Inertia pushed them all along
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| But they won’t make it to their next stop
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| Patrons complain about the wait
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| While the man outside can’t feel his legs
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| Man: «Just pull me out, save my life»
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| But all the cops can do is phone his wife
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| She drives as fast as she can
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| And gets caught up in a traffic jam |