| Mister Tanner was a cleaner from a town in the Midwest.
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| And of all the cleaning shops around he’d made his the best.
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| But he also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes.
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| He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows.
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| His friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat.
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| They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats.
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| But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
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| and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
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| And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
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| He did not know how well he sang; |
| It just made him whole.
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| His friends kept working on him to try music out full time.
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| A big debut and rave reviews, a great career to climb.
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| Finally they got to him, he would take the fling.
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| A concert agent in New York agreed to have him sing.
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| And there were plane tickets, phone calls, money spent to rent the hall.
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| It took most of his savings but he gladly used them all.
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| But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
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| and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
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| And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
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| He did not know how well he sang; |
| It just made him whole.
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| The evening came, he took the stage, his face set in a smile.
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| And in the half filled hall the critics sat watching on the aisle.
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| But the concert was a blur to him, spatters of applause.
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| He did not know how well he sang, he only heard the flaws.
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| But the critics were concise, it only took four lines.
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| But no one could accuse them of being over kind.
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| (spoken) Mr. Martin Tanner, Baritone, of Dayton, Ohio made his
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| Town Hall debut last night. |
| He came well prepared, but unfortunately
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| his presentation was not up to contemporary professional standards.
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| His voice lacks the range of tonal color necessary to make it consistently interesting.
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| (sung) Full time consideration of another endeavor might be in order.
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| He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends.
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| Then he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again,
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| excepting very late at night when the shop was dark and closed.
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| He sang softly to himself as he sorted through the clothes.
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| Music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
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| and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
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| And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
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| He did not know how well he sang; |
| It just made him whole. |