Walk by the man who sings a song to the street lights
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and turns out everybody claps, they dont believe in cabs
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they don't believe in cabs, they dont believe in cabs.
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And they all go wild, but they walk instead
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they all go wild, but they walk instead.
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Now, talk to the man who's laying down by the door of a bank
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and people don't rely on the traffic lights, they don't believe in lights
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they don't believe in lights, they don't believe it's a confusing situation
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they all get run over in petrol stations but they rock.
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And there are faces on the six AM working crowds
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who take the subway from their homes to their lonely nights.
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They Don't Believe
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