| The timing is set
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| As the lead takes her hand
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| The makeup is wet
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| As the gallery stands
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| The air is alive
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| And the city awaits
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| The air is alive
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| And the city awaits
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| Oh, under the stars
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| The canvas has dropped
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| At the back of the stage
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| The music is soft
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| As crescendos await
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| The air is alive
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| And the city is waiting
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| The air is alive
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| And the city is waiting
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| Oh, under the stars
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| The world is a show
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| Yes, it’s always the same
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| The ending we know
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| But that’s not why we came
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| The air is alive
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| And the city is waiting
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| The moment’s arrived
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| And the angels are shaking
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| Oh, under the stars
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| With every name
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| There is nothing new under the sun
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| No, it’s always the same
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| Yes, this world will go on
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| It’s always competing
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| Yes, the show will go on
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| It’s always repeating
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| Oh, the characters play
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| And the hero will sing our song
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| As machines raise the gap
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| The show goes on
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| And the people are waiting
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| The moment’s arrived
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| The angels are shaking
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| Oh, under the stars
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| I believe in love that will live through the age
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| I believe that the world is a stage
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| I believe in a love that will live through the age
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| I believe that the world is a stage
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| Oh! |