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TEAHOUSE ON THE TRACKS
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Out on the fringe
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Where the shallows meet the scratchlands
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Out where hope and the highway ends
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You can park or cruise
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Both ways you lose
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This is Flytown now my friend
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You take a walk on Bleak Street
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Tonight could be the night you crash
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Then you turn and stop
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Start to fingerpop
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You think you hear a wailin' combo
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You climb a flight of twisted stairs
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Some cat says buddy
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Chorus:
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If you've got eyes
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To rhythmatize
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Bring your flat hat and your ax
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'Cause tonight at ten
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We'll be workin' again
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At the Teahouse on the Tracks
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The Siegel Bros. were slammin' out a baion
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So slick it should have been a crime
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Irene and Flocko and little Amy Khan
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Lead off the big front line
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The crowd was bouncin' in sync with the pulse
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You get a case of party feet
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(Then the room turns bright
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And fills up with light)
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And then from somewhere deep inside you
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Some frozen stuff begins to crack
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Better hurry
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Chorus:
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Take the T-Line to Bleak and Divine
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Just above the Good Time Flats
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It's your last chance
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To learn how to dance
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At the Teahouse on the Tracks
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On Sunday morning
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You're back at the wheel
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You're feelng calm and crisp and strong
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Chorus:
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If it feels right
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Just drive for the light
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That's the groovessential facts
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Someday we'll all meet at the end of the street
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At the Teahouse on the Tracks
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TEAHOUSE ON THE TRACKS
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| Steely Dan |
