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