So you had the best legs in a business built for kicks
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But was this changing of the guards really supposed to make you sick?
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It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
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Medium rotation, the shock of the new
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And a memo from Feldman saying, "Everything is true."
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It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
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Don't spend your life conceiving
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That the widows won't get sick of their grieving
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Till everyone walks out
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Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
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Express your bloated self, willful and indignant
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In the face of somebody's lord
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You try to summon up the spirits live on Face the Nation
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But the Port Authority just taxed incantations
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It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!
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Auction off the temple, it's money well-spent
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Hey, are those tears in your eyes as the wind cries, "enlargement"?
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It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!
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Don't spend your life conceiving
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That the widows won't get sick of their grieving
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Till everyone walks out
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Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
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Confess your bloated self, willful and indignant
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In the face of somebody's lord, ah
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So put your hands together, I hear it's a must
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Until this phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
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It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
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I guess the streets will suffice till everybody makes nice
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But there's a rumor going round even Destroyers have a price
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It's alright... The Sublimation Hour
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Don't spend your life conceiving
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The Sublimation Hour
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