| Dear Herr Stief — Moritz,
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| Ive spent the entire day thinking about your note
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| Truly it touched me it did that you would think of me as a friend
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| Of course, I was saddened to hear that
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| Your exams came off rather less well than you’d hoped
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| And that you will not be promoted, come fall
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| And, yet, I must say straightaway that
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| fleeing to America is hardly the solution
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| And, even if it were, I cannot provide the money you request
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| MORITZ
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| Uh huhuh huhuh huhwell, fine
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| Not like its even worth the time
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| But still, you know, you wanted more
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| Sorry, it wont change been there before
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| MRS. |
| GABOR (Spoken)
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| You would do me wrong,
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| Herr Stiefel to read into my refusal any lack of affection
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| On the contrary, as Melchiors mother,
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| I truly believe it to be my duty to curb this momentary loss
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| MORITZ
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| The thing that sucks- okay?- for me
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| A thousand bucks, Im, like, scott free
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| And I mean, pleaseThats all I need
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| Get real, Jose!
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| By now you know the score
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| MRS. |
| GABOR (Spoken)
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| Should you like, I am ready to write your parents
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| I will try to convince them that no
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| one couldve worked harder last semester
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| And also that too rigorous a condemnation of your current misfortune
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| Could have the gravest possible effect on
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| MORITZ
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| You wanna laugh, its too absurd
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| You start to ask, cant hear a word
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| Youre gonna crash and burn
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| Right, tell me more
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| MRS. |
| GABOR (Spoken)
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| Still, Herr Stiefel, one thing in your letter disturbed me
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| Your what shall we call it?
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| veiled threat that should escape not be possible
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| You would take your own life
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| MORITZ
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| Okay, so now we do the play
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| Act like we so care. |
| No way!
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| Youll write my folks? |
| Well, okay
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| Babe, thats how it goes
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| MRS. |
| GABOR (Spoken)
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| My dear boy, the world is filled with men
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| Businessmen, scientists,
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| scholars even who have done rather poorly in school
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| And yet, gone on to brilliant careers
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| Consider for example our friend…
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| MORITZ
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| They freak or won’t
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| You toe the line
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| You tell your soul, Just kill some time.
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| Will it quit? |
| It will until they dont
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| Theyre not my home, not anymore
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| Not like they so were before
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| Still, Ill split, and theyll like
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| Well, who knows?
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| MRS. |
| GABOR (Spoken)
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| In any case, I assure you that
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| your present misfortune will have no effect on my feelings for you
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| Or, on your relationship with Melchior
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| MORITZ & BOYS
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| Uh huhuh huhuh huhwell, fine
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| Not like its even worth the time
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| But still, you know, you wanted more
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| Okay, so nothings changed heard that before
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| You wanna laugh, its too absurd
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| You start to ask, cant hear a word
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| You wanna crash and burn
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| Right, tell me more
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| You start to cave, you start to cry
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| You try to run, nowhere to hide
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| You want to crumble up, and close that door
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| MRS. |
| GABOR (Spoken)
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| So, head high, Herr Stiefel!
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| And do let me hear from you soon
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| In the meantime, I am unchangingly, and most fondly yours,
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| Fanny Gabor
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| MORITZ
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| Just fuck it right? |
| Enough, thats it
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| Youll still go on well, for a bit
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| Another day of utter shit
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| And then there were none
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| MORITZ & BOYS
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| And, then there were none
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| And, then there were none
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| And, then there were none |