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Musical: Kismet
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When or where Could you compare High life To the life you find here? Not since Nineveh, not since Tyre, Not since Babylon turned to mire For a sin of a kind we never mind here! Where or when ever again Low life Like the life well known here? Not since Jericho started slidin' From the din of a horn that's never blown here! Our palaces are gaudier, Our alley ways are bawdier, Our princes more autocratichere, Our beggars more distinctly aromatichere! Where could you Ever pursue Your life With the zeal we feel here? Not since Babylon read that writing, Not since Jericho heard that trumpet, Not since Nebuchadnezzar's hanging garden went to pot, Not since that village near Gomorrah got Too hot For Lot! No, not since Nineveh, Not since Ninevaheh-eh, eh-eh! Nineveh!
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