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Quiet please, there's a lady on stage |
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She may not be the latest rage |
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But she's singing and she means it |
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And she deserves a little silence |
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Quiet please, there's a woman up there |
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And she's been honest through her songs |
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Long before your consciousness was raised |
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Doesn't that deserve a little praise |
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So put your hands together and help her along |
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All that's left of the singer's |
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All that's left of the song |
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Stand for the ovation |
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And give her one last celebration |
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Quiet please, there's a person up there |
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And she's been singing of the things |
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That none of us could bear to hear for ourselves |
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Give her your respect if nothing else |
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Quiet please, there's a lady on stage |
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Conductor, turn the final page |
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And when it's over we can all go home |
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But she lives on -- on the stage alone. |
