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I've got no time for your apologies
Your butter-wouldn't-melt demeanor doesn't wash with me
Old Julius, he knew just what he'd done,
He said "You've got to take a chance
'cause you might never get another one."
So 'Carpe Diem' as those Romans say
You've got to learn to turn and seize the day
The day the cat's away the mice will play
They'll get their guitars out and they will play, play, play
Take my hand, lead me on to the banks of the Rubicon
Step across and it won't be long tonight
Talk is cheap these days, it's everywhere
The radio waves are flying through the air
If you scream your lungs out you just might be heard
So you'd better be saying something more than words, words, words
Shake my hand, tell me "Son, you know the banks of the Rubicon,
Step across and you won't belong this side."
Your butter-wouldn't-melt demeanor doesn't wash with me
Old Julius, he knew just what he'd done,
He said "You've got to take a chance
'cause you might never get another one."
So 'Carpe Diem' as those Romans say
You've got to learn to turn and seize the day
The day the cat's away the mice will play
They'll get their guitars out and they will play, play, play
Take my hand, lead me on to the banks of the Rubicon
Step across and it won't be long tonight
Talk is cheap these days, it's everywhere
The radio waves are flying through the air
If you scream your lungs out you just might be heard
So you'd better be saying something more than words, words, words
Shake my hand, tell me "Son, you know the banks of the Rubicon,
Step across and you won't belong this side."
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