| Now once upon a time there was a scholar
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| Who packed his books and bags to see the world
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| He never pissed away a single dollar
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| And never even kissed a pretty girl
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| He roamed around the mountains and the rivers
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| And went to sleep wherever he laid down
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| But then one night in pale moonlight
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| He heard the strangest sound
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| He started up, his heart was full of wonder
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| He saw a fire burning in the sky
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| And then he heard the noise of rolling thunder
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| A million drunken angels passing by
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| From deep within he heard a hundred voices
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| That said: We all must play our part
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| And sang a song that came up from
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| The bottom of their hearts
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| Lie-laalalala-lie-laalalala
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| Lie-laalalala-lie-la-lie-la
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| Lie-laalalala-lie-laalalala
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| Lie-laalalala-lie-la-lie-la-lie
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| He found himself surrounded by some dancers
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| Who put his bags and fortune to the flames
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| They told him: If you’re looking for some answers
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| You’re gonna have to lose this crazy game
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| They found a letter lying in the ashes
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| With words so clear and strong
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| No matter what, I’m better off
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| And stay where there are songs
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| Lie-laalalala-lie-laalalala
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| Lie-laalalala-lie-la-lie-la
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| Lie-laalalala-lie-laalalala
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| Lie-laalalala-lie-la-lie-la-lie
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| Lie-laalalala-lie-laalalala
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| Lie-laalalala-lie-la-lie-la
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| Lie-laalalala-lie-laalalala
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| Lie-laalalala-lie-la-lie-la-lie |