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I am an opera singer |
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I stand on painted tape |
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It tells me where |
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I'm goingAnd where to throw my cape |
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I call my co-star's brother |
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I call my co-star's name |
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I play both good and evil parts |
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I sing to |
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Verdi's play |
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And every single mornin' |
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By 10 a.m |
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I'm dressed |
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My rehearsals last for hours and hours |
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With diligence, |
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I have been blessed |
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Some people they call me monster |
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Some people they call me saint |
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My talent feeds my darker side |
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Yet no one will complain |
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I am an opera singer |
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I sing in foreign lands |
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I've sung for |
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Kings in Europe |
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And emperors in |
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JapanAnd after each performance |
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People stand around and wave |
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Just to tell me that they love my voice |
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Just to tell me that |
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I'm greatI am an opera singer |
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I will sing when you're all dead |
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I sing the mountains crumbling apart |
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I sing what can't be said |
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I am an opera singer |
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I sing in foreign lands |
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Most people seem to know my name |
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Or at least know who |
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I am |
