He spends his time
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Or maybe half of his time
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Or part of the time wandering
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'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes
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With a tear in his eye
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As the children walk by, he's thinking of a song
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Then stops to paint a picture of a frown
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Walking around
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Dan Treacy's smile
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Leaves you trying to decide who's the victim, what's the crime?
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No rest for the mind
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That's seen it all before
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And I don't know where he lives
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But he's a myth of a man
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And Texas Bob the cameraman
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Is off to fix his sit before the show
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Yeah, but where did he go?
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To know when your time's up
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You flip the glass and watch the hours quickening
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Oh oh oh oh oh
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In the back of the station
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Fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering
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Well he speaks his mind
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He says "what is crime?"
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Dan Treacy's eyes
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In the middle of the park
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When the underground is dark,
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He's a poet he's a lark
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He starts thinking about a place that no one knows
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And when the creeks run dry
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He stays frozen in time
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Strange lights in the sky
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Start blinking
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I can see the car outside but he's listening
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He's listening
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And he's making up his mind
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He made his mind up
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To get things done and overcome
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He made his mind up
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Yeah he's gonna let it go
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He made his mind up
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In the park and at the station
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He made his mind up
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Yeah, he's gonna get it done
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He made his mind up
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Ooh yeah he's gonna get it done
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He made his mind up
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Yeah, he's gonna let it go, uh oh
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No matter the time
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Oh oh
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When the creeps run by
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Oh no
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He's making his mind up
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Oh oh oh oh
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Yeah he's gonna get it done whoa
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Oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh
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Yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul,
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Yeah, when the creeps walk by and say
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"come here boy, look me in the eye"
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Bow to the heart, back to the beat of
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Dan Treacy
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Song For Dan Treacy
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