| I guess I should start with the rising scene over the city.
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| The busiest extras sit drinking their tea,
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| Trying hard to be seen.
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| Not quite stars, but well on their way,
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| Through mechanical breathing and controllable thinking.
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| But enough about no ones, back to my show.
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| I’ll tell you a story about someone I know.
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| And he sang out, while everyone’s whispering,
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| About things that shouldn’t matter.
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| All they care about is who they came with to the show.
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| Here’s your lines, say them right, they go…
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| «What does he think that he’s trying to prove?
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| Oh and where does he get off using those moves?
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| It’s opening night and he’s hogging my spotlight.
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| Baby, there ain’t room for two.»
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| «Kill the lights,"he screams.
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| «Watch me shine,"he sings,
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| «La da da da da da»
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| If there’s a way from this stage to the top of the world,
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| I’ll be there.
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| Watch me turn all of these «no's"into «wow's»
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| Into «How could the crowd be so blinded with doubt?»
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| He won’t mind them much longer, despite all their laughter.
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| He knows the one who laughs last is the one who laughs loudest.
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| «What does he think that he’s trying to prove?
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| Oh and where does he get off using those moves?
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| It’s opening night and he’s hogging my spotlight.
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| Baby, there ain’t room for two.»
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| «Kill the lights,"he screams.
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| «Watch me shine,"he sings,
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| «La da da da da da»
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| If there’s a way from this stage to the top of the world,
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| I’ll be there.
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| Enough is enough, no more time for charades.
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| His mind racing like his pulse, he was fed up with these games.
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| No more reaching or needing these «not-quite friends.»
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| They made a puppet out of me, I’ll make a puppet out of them.
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| With a pocket full of strings and an arsenal of wits,
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| In a matter of time they’ll be screaming his name.
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| He could smell the sweet roses sail towards the stage.
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| Now the house lights are dimming.
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| The show is beginning.
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| Please take your seats.
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| Oh, and thank you for coming.
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| A marvelous thing, I raise both my hands,
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| As I make them all sing
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| «La da da da da da» |