| Aida:
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| It’s knowing what they want of me that scares me It’s knowing having followed that I must lead
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| It’s knowing that each person there compares me To those in my past whom I now succeed
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| But how can whatever I do for them now
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| Be enough
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| Be enough
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| Nubians:
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| Aida! |
| Aida!
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| All we ask of you
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| Is a lifetime of service, wisdom, courage
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| To ask more would be selfish
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| But nothing less will do Aida! |
| Aida!
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| Nehebka:
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| You robe should be golden, your robe should be perfect
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| Instead of this ragged concoction of thread
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| But may you be moved by its desperate beauty
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| To give us new life for we’d rather be dead
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| Then live in the squalor and shame of the slave
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| To the dance!
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| To the dance!
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| Nubians:
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| Aida! |
| Aida!
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| All we ask of you
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| All we ask is a lifetime of Service, wisdom, courage
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| To ask more would be selfish
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| But nothing less will do Aida! |
| Aida!
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| Nubians:
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| Aida! |
| Aida!
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| Aida! |
| Aida! |
| Aida!
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| Aida:
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| I know expectations are wild and almost
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| Beyond my fulfillment but they won’t hear
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| A word of a doubt or see signs of weakness
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| My nigh on impossible duty is clear
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| If I can rekindle my ancestors’dreams
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| It’s enough
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| It’s enough
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| Aida: It’s enough Nubians: Aida!
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| Nubians:
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| Aida! |
| Aida!
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| Aida! |
| Aida! |
| Aida!
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| Aida: It’s enough Nubians: Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah |