| Well I spoke to this man
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| Said he’d been to the moon
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| Carved his name in the ground
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| Saw the world spinning round
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| And came back that afternoon
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| And I laughed at this man
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| Said he’d been lost at sea
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| Heard the sirens call
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| Seen the pirates fall
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| To the monsters in the deep
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| I said I’d heard some tall tales
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| Some good stories in my time
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| So I asked him for proof
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| He just showed me the truth
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| That was dancing in his eyes
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| I could not believe this man
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| Said he was a millionaire
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| He said I know I dress in rags
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| But I drive a vintage Jag
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| And I’ve got a diamond chandelier
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| I said I think I need a drink
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| And made my way outside
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| You know I’d swear this was a spoof
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| If it wasn’t for the truth
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| That was dancing in his eyes
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| When I came back in the room
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| The man had disappeared
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| He left a rock from the moon
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| And eyepatch and a diamond
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| From a chandelier |