| Act I: The Quiet Life
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| I sit alone all day
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| Far removed from center stage
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| I memorize my lines
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| A thousand words I’ll never say
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| Preparing for the big audition
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| I call you on the phone
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| In the morning Saturday
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| You ask if everything’s okay
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| And wait so patiently
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| Through the awkward silences
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| I never have the nerve to ask you
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| Childhood wishes
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| Dirty dishes
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| I will show you everything
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| Act II: The Butterfly
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| They typecast me as dull
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| I deserve a better role
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| An understudy to the man
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| That sleeps inside of this cocoon
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| I will rise above this stage fright
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| Still I have the butterflies
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| In my stomach
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| In my heart
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| Life is a performance art
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| Someday soon I’ll speak my soul
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| Shed my skin and fly away
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| Free of every inhibition
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| A reversal through rehearsal
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| I want some understanding
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| I want some understanding
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| An acting class will teach me
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| To be myself completely
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| I want some understanding
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| I want some understanding
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| Nobody knows for certain
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| What lies behind the curtain
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| Act III: The Final Bow
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| Class is beginning finally
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| Three units of group therapy
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| Twenty people in a room
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| Wearing many different lives
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| Like picking clothes
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| For an important party
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| Still I have the butterflies
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| In my stomach
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| In my heart
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| Life is a performance art
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| Someday soon I’ll speak my soul
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| Shed my skin and fly away
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| Free of every inhibition
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| A reversal through rehearsal |