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Like yellow parchment is his skin
A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew
You must be always on your guard
Or he will catch you with his magical lasso
Those who speak of what they know
Find too late that prudent silence is wise
Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue
Keep your hand at the level of your eyes
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Writer(s): Andrew Lloyd-webber, Richard Stilgoe, Charles Hart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
