| I like to run through the crowded streets at night
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| When the people are dancin' and the feelin' is right
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| So many things are happening at once
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| That between the street and my feet there is no resistance
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| A butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker
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| A job is a job but not undertaker
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| Don’t forget about the market, just take your car and park
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| On either side of the road, but don’t forget to lock it
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| It’s all about lookin' at someone that you don’t know
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| Who’s so unaware of the casual stare
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| And nobody’s knowin' that the grocery list is growin'
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| Like the rate of life’s lawn which they’re mowin'
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| Call a street an isle, if you care to do it
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| Take a walk through an alley but never find a lane
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| Knickknack paddywack, someone’s thinkin' behind your back, You need a vacation
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| to a club by the sea
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| Three more or two more, a wonderful addition
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| To the scene that’s surrounded by a transparent crew
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| Â??Ship off the old,â?? |
| says Captain, â??Block off the new stuff.â??
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| Your prankin' ain’t long enough, you’re talkin' to who?
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| It’s all about lookin' at someone that you don’t know
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| Who’s so unaware of the casual stare
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| Ignore this practice, before long they’ll come to thank
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| You’re the leader of the blind, you’re one big eye |