| What a dreadful town, what a vulgar place
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| What an awful mistake to have come here
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| To be on display in that shameless way
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| For the crude common lower-class scum here
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| How do they dare to treat us so?
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| Father dear, come play with me
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| Come and see this toy I’ve got
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| What a snub at most from our so-called host
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| Did he think sending freaks would be funny?
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| Could the fool have thought that our pride was bought
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| By his filthy American money?
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| What a farce, what an outright slap in the face
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| It’s an utter disgrace
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| I’ve got a mind to pack and go
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| Never you mind the debts we own
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| Who would believe we’ve sunk this low?
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| Father please, come play with me
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| Please tell the boy the answer’s no
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| Must you make that racket?
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| It’s the aria I’m to sing
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| It hurts my head
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| Please, let’s not fight, dear
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| I’m sure that no one intended a slight, dear
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| Don’t you patronize me
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| It’s your fault we came here
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| We need the money, that’s all
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| That’s why things haven’t been right, dear
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| Why doesn’t it surprise me
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| That I get the blame here?
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| Let’s leave tonight, dear
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| If that would serve to ease
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| Your troubled mind
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| Leave the hurt behind
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| Father dear, come over here
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| And look at what they gave to me
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| Wind the top and father, see
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| Look, it plays a melody
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| I need some air
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| Raoul, please
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| Please what?
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| Nothing, nothing, only
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| Raoul, don’t drink anymore
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| Father never plays with me
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| Doesn’t he love me? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What A Dreadful Town!... , by - Andrew Lloyd Webber. Song from the album Love Never Dies, in the genre Саундтреки