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Swing with a big band that just will not sit still: the man who quit is dancing, and the trumpet tells everyone why.
The lyric
I used to need a light for every song I sang
Now the only thing I'm burning is the dance floor, man
My coat smells like the future, my fingers smell like rain
And the band keeps playing louder than the ache
No more matches, no more smoke
No more mornings made of dust and coughing jokes
Lady luck is in the trumpet, and the trumpet's blowing sweet
No more matches, and I'm light on my feet
So pour the coffee, pour it strong and pour it slow
The man who quit is dancing, and he's glad to let you know
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