The drum beats and the piano enters,
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The heart beats and the clarinet sighs,
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The lights went out in the hall.
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And now for you
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Tears of parting, dreams of happiness,
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Passion-face and other misfortunes,
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Everything is like the first time
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All that jazz again
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Where the music doesn't care, where the music doesn't care.
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I don't play music, she plays me
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Like a doll.
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Music doesn't care, but this music doesn't care.
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I don't play music, it plays me.
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Riga, Samara, Moscow, Palermo —
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Our navigator thumped, probably.
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Five nights without sleep
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You eat everything and fly.
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Lidas to the ligaments, and calcium to the vein,
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And all so unusual
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You dance and sing
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Yes, and you will die not for a penny.
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Freeze, die, die, rise,
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And again move forward and with the song:
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This is the ticket you got.
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And suddenly one day the ligaments will fail,
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And silently the audience is waiting for a break
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And it seems that there is no more strength and no and no.
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But music doesn't care, but this music doesn't care.
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I don't play music, she plays me
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Like a doll.
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Music doesn't care, such is this jazz,
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We don't play music, it plays in us.
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And so you sing to the rupture of the aorta,
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Halls, stations, airports,
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Hundreds of new eyes
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And all this is for you.
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But who suddenly decided why I should
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Tell you everything while alive
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Sing like a song my way
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Through heaven and hell on earth.
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And the games of intrigue are incomprehensible,
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But I love her for the moment,
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When we seem to be flying.
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Invisibly someone is standing above us,
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And suddenly the flame burns the soul,
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And it seems: everyone is loved, loved.
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And the music sounds, all this eternal jazz,
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We don't play music, it plays in us
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Like in dolls.
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Most respected gentlemen and ladies!
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Our program includes novels and dramas,
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Meeting of two hearts
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And full ... c.
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In our live music box
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Living dolls dance and laugh,
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But at the end of the show
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Everything will be fine.
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Great whole to all and parts,
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And they look into the sky with a prayer for happiness
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Six billion pairs of eyes.
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And everyone believes: just about there
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Light will pour and a miracle will begin,
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And so be it this time.
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Let the music sound, let the music don't care.
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I don't play music, she plays me
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Like a doll.
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Music doesn't care, such is this jazz,
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We don't play music, it plays in us. |