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I guess I should start |
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With the rising scene |
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Over the city |
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The busiest extras sit drinking their tea |
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Driving hard to be seen |
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Not quite stars |
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But well on their way |
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Through mechanical breathing |
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And controllable thinking |
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But enough about no ones |
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Back to my show |
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I'll tell you a story |
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About someone I know |
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When he sang out, |
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"Well everyone's whispering about |
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Things that shouldn't matter |
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All they care about |
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Is who they came with to the show |
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Here's your lights |
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Hear them right they go" |
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What does he think that he's trying to prove |
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Oh, and where does he get off using those moves |
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It's opening night and he's hogging my spotlight |
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Baby, there ain't room for two |
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"Kill the lights," he screams |
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"Watch me shout," he sings |
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"La-la da-da dada-da |
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Where there's a way from the stage |
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To the top of the world |
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I'll be there" |
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Watch me turn all these notes into welts |
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And to how could the crowd be so blind dead without you |
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Well remind them much longer |
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In spite of their laughter |
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He knows the one who laughs last |
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Is the one who laughs loudest |
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What does he think that he's trying to prove |
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Oh, and where does he get off using those moves |
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It's opening night and he's hogging my spotlight |
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Baby, there ain't room for two |
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"Kill the lights," he screams |
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"Watch me shout," he sings |
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"La-la da-da dada-da |
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Where there's a way from the stage |
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To the top of the world |
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I'll be there |
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Enough is enough |
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No more time for show |
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Brains is mine racing |
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Life is bull to us |
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Fed up with these games |
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No more reaching or needing |
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These not-quite friends |
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They make a puppet out of me |
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They'll make a puppet out of anything |
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The pocket full of strings |
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And an awesome old wig |
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In a matter of time they'll be screaming his name |
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He could smell the sweet roses |
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Sail toward the stage |
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Now the house lights are dimming |
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Show is beginning |
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Please take your seats while we thank you for coming |
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One more last thing |
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I raised up our hands as I make them all sing |
