There's a pulse in the new-born sun;
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A beat in the heat of noon;
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There's a song as the day grows long,
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And a tempo in the tides of the moon.
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It's all around us and it's everywhere,
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And it's deeper than Royal blue.
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And it feels so real you can feel the feeling!
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And that's The Majesty Of Rock!
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The fantasy of Roll!
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The ticking of the clock,
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The wailing of the soul!
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The prisoner in the dock,
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The digger in the hole,
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We're in this together...and ever...
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In the shade of a jungle glade,
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Or the rush of the crushing street,
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On the plain, on the foamy main,
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You can never escape from the beat.
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It's in the mud and it's in your blood
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And its conquest is complete.
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And all that you can do is just surrender.
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To the Majesty of Rock!
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The Pageantry of Roll!
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The crowing of the cock,
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The running of the foal!
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The shepherd with his flock,
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The miner with his coal,
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We're in this together...and ever...
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When we die, do we haunt the sky?
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Do we lurk in the murk of the seas?
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What then? Are we born again?
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Just to sit asking questions like these?
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I know, for I told me so,
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And I'm sure each of you quite agrees:
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The more it stays the same, the less it changes!
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And that's The Majesty Of Rock!
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The Mystery of Roll!
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The darning of the sock,
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The scoring of the goal!
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The farmer takes a wife
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The barber takes a pole.
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We're in this together...and ever...
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The Majesty of Rock
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Spinal Tap |