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We'd like to welcome you to your home |
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Welcome to your home |
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Welcome to your home please step inside |
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Time to meet the guests of this place |
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I was a play-write screen and stage |
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I was a star of style and grace |
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We were the ones who packed 'em into the place |
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I am the composer of this symphonatic psychopatic show |
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Right this way, come meet the band |
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Players of my requiem, here come the dancers |
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The jugglers and the clowns are at the door |
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Welcome to our celebration |
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Sing rejoice in desolation |
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Join us in our grand creation |
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Drink sweet wine, sublime salvation |
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This night the moon and stars don't shine |
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The shadows crawl from your mind |
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All the friends you knew before, no longer, anymore |
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The smell of flowers all around |
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The taste of ash and sacred ground stains your tongue |
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But hush, hush |
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You had your money, your women, your fame |
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You stuck it all into your veins |
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Till you slipped from your mortal remains |
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Now, sing for me, sing to me |
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Now you're the star of the show once again |
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You're meat to the jackals my friend |
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Just meat to the jackals, meat to the jackals |
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You're fit for your shackles, Aye? |
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"Shhh! Listen, |
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The master of the house is coming through the door" |
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So we meet at last my friend, I've waited for this day |
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To welcome you in person to this housethat you must stay |
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We prepared a long time and we've gone to great expense |
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To orchestrate, negotiate your form of recompense |
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Now come on! |
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I see the morning sun is rising in the wide blue heavens |
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The dew of morning sparkles on the grassy way |
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Through the mist I see that all my friends are gathered |
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They're standing, staring at a grave |
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And he can hear them... |
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Farewell my dear one, farewell my dear one |
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Goodbye my love |
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I hope that you don't find this in bad taste |
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Counting the house and the wide estate |
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Let the accountants calculate |
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The money in the bank account he's saved |
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Think of all the royalties that this is sure to generate |
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Take the clothes to West L.A. |
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Sell them all to that "Rock Cafe" |
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Sell the ears, the old guitars, the family scars |
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And throw the rest away |
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The guest surround him, |
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Leading him from the curtain back to the ballroom... |
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Welcome to our celebration |
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Sing rejoice in desolation |
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(Now that you've finally come home) |
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Join us in our grand creation |
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Drink sweet wine, sublime salvation |
