| Evita
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| You make fun, yet I’m the one
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| Attempting to do some good
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| Or do you really want a neighborhood
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| Where people piss on your stoop every night?
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| Bohemia, Bohemia’s a fallacy in your head
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| This is Calcutta
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| Bohemia is dead
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| Dearly beloved we gather here to say our goodbyes
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| Dies irae, dies illa, kyrie eleison
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| Yitgadal v’yitkadash
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| Here she lies, no one knew her worth
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| The late great daughter of Mother Earth
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| On these nights when we celebrate the birth
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| In that little town of Bethlehem
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| We raise our glass, you bet your ass to
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| La vie Boheme
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| La vie Boheme
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| La vie Boheme
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| La vie Boheme
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| La vie Boheme
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| To days of inspiration, playing hookey
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| Making something out of nothing
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| The need to express to communicate
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| To going against the grain
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| Going insane, going mad
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| To loving tension, no pension
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| To more than one dimension
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| To starving for attention
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| Hating convention, hating pretension
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| Not to mention, of course, hating dear old Mom and Dad
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| To riding your bike midday past the three-piece suits
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| To fruits, to no absolutes
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| To Absolut, to choice, to the Village Voice
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| To any passing fad
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| To being an us for once … instead of a them!
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| ALL
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| La vie Boheme
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| WOMEN
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| La vie Boheme
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| MR. |
| GREY
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| Ahhemm
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| MAUREEN
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| Hey Mister — she’s my sister
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| WAITER
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| So that’s five miso soup, four seaweed salad
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| Three soy burger dinner, two tofu dog platter
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| And one pasta with meatless balls
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| ROGER
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| Eww
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| COLLINS
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| It tastes the same
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| MIMI
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| If you close your eyes
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| WAITER
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| And thirteen orders of fries
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| Is that it here?
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| ALL
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| Wine and beer!
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| MIMI & ANGEL
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| To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries
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| To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
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| To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo
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| To Huevos Rancheros and Maya Angelou
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| MAUREEN & COLLINS
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| Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
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| Creation, vacation
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| MARK
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| Mucho masturbation
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| MAUREEN & COLLINS
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| Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it’s new
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| COLLINS
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| To Sontag
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| ANGEL
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| To Sondheim
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| FOUR GIRLS
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| To anything taboo
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| COLLINS & ROGER
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| Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunnigham and Cage
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| COLLINS
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| Lenny Bruce
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| ROGER
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| Langston Hughes
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| MAUREEN
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| To the stage
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| BOHEMIANS
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| To Uta, to Buddha, Pablo Neruda too
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| MARK & MIMI
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| Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
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| To blow off Auntie Em
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| ALL
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| La vie Boheme
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| MR. |
| GREY
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| Sisters?
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| MAUREEN & JOANNE
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| We’re close
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| ANGELS & COLLINS
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| Brothers!
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| MARK, ANGEL & MIMI
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| Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens
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| Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men
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| Pee Wee Herman
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| German wine, turpetine, Gertrude Stein
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| Antoniotti, Bertolucci, Kurosawa
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| Carmina Burana
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| ALL
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| To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstacy
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| Vaclav Havel — The Sex Pistols, 8BC
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| To no shame — never playing the Fame Game
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| COLLINS
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| To marijuana
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| ALL
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| To sodomy, it’s between God and me
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| To S & M
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| BENNY
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| Waiter … Waiter … Waiter … Waiter!
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| ALL
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| La vie Boheme
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| COLLINS (SPOKEN)
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| In honor of the death of Bohemia, an impromptu salon will commence immediately
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| following dinner. |
| Maureen Johnson, just back from her spectacular one-night
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| engagement at the eleventh street lot, will perform Native American tribal
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| chants backwards through her vocoder while accompanying herself on the electric
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| cello, which she ain’t never studied!
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| ROGER (SPOKEN)
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| And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an
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| erection on the high holy days
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| MARK (SPOKEN)
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| And Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap, will perform her famous lawn chair
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| handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea being stirred. |
| And Roger will attempt
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| to write a bittersweet, evocative song…
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| That doesn’t remind us of «Musetta's Waltz!»
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| COLLINS (SPOKEN)
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| Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while
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| accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub
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| ANGEL (SPOKEN)
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| And Collins will recount his exploits as anarchist, including the tale of the
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| successful reprogramming of the M.I.T virtual reality equipment to
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| self-destruct, as it broadcasts the words:
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| ALL (SPOKEN)
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| «Actual reality — Act Up — Fight AIDS»
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| MIMI
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| Excuse me — did I do something wrong?
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| I get invited — then ignored all night long
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| ROGER
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| I’ve been trying — I’m not lying
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| No one’s perfect. |
| I’ve got baggage
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| MIMI
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| Life’s too short, babe, time is flying
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| I’m looking for baggage that goes with mine
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| ROGER
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| I should tell you
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| MIMI
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| I got baggage too
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| ROGER
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| I should tell you
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| ROGER & MIMI
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| Baggage
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| ALL
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| Wine and beer!
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| MIMI
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| AZT break
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| You?
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| Me. |
| You?
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| Mimi |