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The time has come |
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Not to be cautious |
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He must be careful not to make mistakes |
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For every half hour In twenty-fourAnd operations rose |
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Faster than they did yesterday |
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And the lending rates on your side |
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So there won't be |
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Much of a problem |
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Then past midnight |
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There is a rise |
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When everybody's asleep at home |
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He becomes nervous |
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And sees a change |
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Today futures |
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Watch the markets from the streetIn a pocket in a grey flannel suit |
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Read tomorrow's crash today |
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And check your pulse |
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Base metals crawled onto the kerb |
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And softs dropped in a summer turn |
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And sugar melted in the mouth |
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Of a rude girlWho knew a better option |
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She thinks for a while |
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And it could be |
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A long time before he thinks again |
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And then he looks at the papers |
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And looks againToday futures |
