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Musical: Camelot
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MORDRED The seven deadly virtues, those ghastly little traps Oh no, my liege, they were not meant for me Those seven deadly virtues were made for other chaps Who love a life of failure and ennui Take courage-now there's a sport An invitation to the state of rigor mort And purity-a noble yen And very restful every now and then I find humility means to be hurt It's not the earth the meek inherit, it's the dirt Honesty is fatal, it should be taboo Diligence-a fate I would hate If charity means giving, I give it to you And fidelity is only for your mate You'll never find a virtue unstatusing my quo or making my Beelzebubble burst Let others take the high road, I will take the low I cannot wait to rush in where angels fear to go With all those sevn deadly virtues free and happy little me has not been cursed Back to main page: Camelot Lyrics
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