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Oh the idol, oh the idol |
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They knew the monster's every trick |
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They knew his secrets every stitch |
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All of it had been a game |
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Nothing but a charlatan |
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Perhaps there was a chance of coming through |
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It even seemed that he might think it too |
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But he could see no point in diving in |
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He knew that he would neither sink nor swim |
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And so they found he'd nothing left to say |
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Just another idol turned to clay |
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It seemed to them he must know what to do |
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They knew that only he could pull them through |
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They thought that he would make a plan |
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He'd work it out, he'd understand |
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Like drowning men they clutched at every straw |
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They knew that he had saved them all before |
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But he could see no point in diving in |
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He knew that he would neither sink nor swim |
