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Somewhere in the front of the footlights |
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I'm looking for a good place to sit |
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All my lines get so complicated |
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That I take a fall into the orchestra pit |
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Samson suffered the same fate |
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Powerless and losing his haird |
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Somewhere in the wings there's a sensible whisper: |
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When the hero dies, does the audience care? |
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All the sneaky things we could do in the dark |
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And with every chance, I'd end up missing my mark |
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In the city of night, out in the city of snow |
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We kept playing the part where she's letting me go |
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She always reminds me: |
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We're playing the part where she's letting me go |
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Somewhere in the Empire City |
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Someone takes a curtain call |
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I'm so broke at the end of the evening |
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That you'll find me hopeless in the back of the hall |
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Brutus suffered the same fate |
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They left him all alone with his shame |
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Somewhere in the wings there's a sensible whisper: |
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When you wield the knife, learn to carry the blame |
