| Before I go please let me mention,
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| That a point has a place but no dimension,
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| And a line has a length but no breadth,
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| And a line around a point is a circle,
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| Now you may wonder what this has to do,
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| With an ordinary fella such as you,
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| Or with a poor hard working office girl,
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| Or a ticket puncher at Waterloo,
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| And the answer is nothing at all.
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| But in my end is my beginning,
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| In my end is my beginning,
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| Let the sinners keep on sinning,
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| It doesn’t matter anyway.
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| Now you may hold your head and say please don’t tell me,
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| It’s all so nebulous, I just can’t think,
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| Can’t you pour it down the kitchen sink,
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| Or can I spread it on a slice of toast,
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| Or can I eat it with my Sunday roast,
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| Or is it something that is going free,
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| That costs me nothing including VAT,
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| Well the answer is it’s nothing at all.
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| But in my end is my beginning,
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| In my end is my beginning,
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| Let the sinners keep on sinning,
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| It doesn’t matter anyway.
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| Yes in my end is my beginning,
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| Where the sun describes the ocean,
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| Where the point is set in motion,
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| It doesn’t matter anyway.
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| But in my end is my beginning,
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| In my end is my beginning,
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| Let the sinners keep on sinning,
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| It doesn’t matter anyway. |