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I add two and two the most simple addition |
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Then swear that the figures are lying |
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I'm a much better comic then mathematican |
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Cause I'm better on stage than at intermission |
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And as far as the man is concerned |
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If I've been burned, well I haven't learn |
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I know he's around when the sky and the ground starting ringing |
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I know that he's near by the thunder I hear in advance |
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His words and his words alone |
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Are the words that can start me heart singing |
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And his is the only music that makes me dance |
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He'll sleep and he lies in the light of two eyes |
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That adore him |
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Oh bore him it might, but he won't leave me sight |
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For a glance |
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In every way every single day |
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I need less of myself I need more him, more him |
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And his is the only music that makes dance |
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Yes his is the only music that makes dance |
