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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." From Letras Mania