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Lyrics:

[Intro]
[Acoustic Guitar, rhythmic and bright]

[Verse 1]
Noonday sun, I'm waiting at the traffic lights.
The asphalt is a furnace, shimmering in the heat.
A blur of motion catches my tired eyes,
A silhouette of chaos walking on the street.

[Verse 2]
Cowboy hat pulled low, dark glasses on his face.
Bare-chested, wearing shorts, flip-flops on his feet.
He dances through the metal, he owns the busy space,
And all the screeching rubber turns the rhythm of the beat.

[Chorus]
Oh, Jaywalker, Jack Cheata,
What a maniac, what a sight.
He cheats death like a cat with nine lives,
Dancing through the traffic in the broad daylight.
(Oh, he's dancing)
Yeah, he’s dancing through the night.

[Verse 3]
His magic palm is raised, a prophet in the lane.
The drivers slam their brakes, heartbeats in their throat.
He bows to the fender, indifferent to the strain,
A king of the highway, without a single note.

[Bridge]
He doesn’t look left, he doesn’t look right.
He’s chasing a secret, just out of our sight.
He’s living on the edge of a spinning wheel.
Is it a game? (or is it real?)

[Chorus]
Oh, Jaywalker, Jack Cheata,
What a maniac, what a sight.
He cheats death like a cat with nine lives,
Dancing through the traffic in the broad daylight.

[Solo]
[Upbeat finger-picking acoustic guitar]

[Outro]
The lights turn green...
But he's already gone.
(Gone...)
Just a dust cloud, in the noooooon sun.
Jack Cheata...
(Whisper: walk on)

[End]

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Jack Cheata

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