Well it was my finest hour yes it was
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I was the last of the believers in the cause
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They tried to sell me Jacob's glory
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The answer to the story
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And the rhythm of the laughable applause
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So I buried my belief and road the train
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I sang your lover is a liar in the rain
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And though a man he has to eat
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He's always drowning in defeat
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Only a fool would think the world is round anyway
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Put your money right where your mouth is
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Don't go deaf or blind just to find this
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One plus one don't equal an answer
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Rhythm doesn't make you a dancer
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Well there was a message in the herald tribune
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About a house of misrepute they couldn't ruin
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And though the medicine they chose
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Was dedicated to the rose
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It sucked the life from this ridiculous cartoon
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And so I made some old excuse and I declined
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To be a joker and a poacher of the mind
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And through the window in the gate
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I spied the dagger on the plate
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Then I left every desperate one of them behind
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Put your money right where your mouth is
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Don't go deaf or blind just to find this
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One plus one don't equal an answer
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Rhythm doesn't make you a dancer
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Put your money right where your mouth is
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Don't go deaf or blind just to find this
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One plus one don't equal an answer
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Rhythm doesn't make you a dancer
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Feel the fever burns out the headlines
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Everybody loses it sometimes
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One plus one don't equal an answer
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Rhythm doesn't make you a dancer |