| Please the crowd, play it loud, you mustn’t let them know
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| That something deep inside you isn’t right
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| And you hurt because you’re missin'
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| The girl who came to listen
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| When you perform tonight, music man
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| You’ve got to play your music like you’ve never played before
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| Give your all, fill the hall and don’t look out the door
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| Just pretend the footlights are too bright
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| When you notice that she’s missin'
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| And you know she won’t be listenin'
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| When you perform tonight, music man
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| You gotta show 'em you can
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| Do your songs just the way that you had planned
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| You must control the fumbling things of your guilty hand
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| Music man, they’re waiting for your closing set
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| You can sell, but never tell that something’s been upset
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| And suddenly your music seems so trite
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| 'Cause you notice that she’s missin'
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| And you know she won’t be listenin'
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| When you perform tonight, music man
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| You must control the fumbling things of your guilty hand
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| Music man
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| You gotta show 'em you can
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| Music man
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| You gotta show us all that you can
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| Music man
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| No, won’t you show that you can
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| Music man
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| Yeah, you gotta show 'em, show 'em that you can
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| Music man
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| Music man, now show us that you can |