| 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 |