| I’m malicious, mean and scary
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| My sneer could curdle dairy
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| And violence-wise, my hands are not the cleanest
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| But despite my evil look
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| And my temper, and my hook
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| I’ve always yearned to be a concert pianist
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| Can’tcha see me on the stage performin' Mozart?
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| Tickling the ivories 'til they gleam?
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| Yep, I’d rather be called deadly
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| For my killer show-tune medley
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| Thank you!
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| 'Cause way down deep inside
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| I’ve got a dream
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| He’s got a dream!
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| He’s got a dream!
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| See, I ain’t as cruel and vicious as I seem!
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| Though I do like breaking femurs
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| You can count me with the dreamers
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| Like everybody else
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| I’ve got a dream!
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| I’ve got scars and lumps and bruises
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| Plus something here that oozes
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| And let’s not even mention my complexion
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| But despite my extra toes
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| And my goiter, and my nose
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| I really want to make a love connection
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| Can’t you see me with a special little lady
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| Rowin' in a rowboat down the stream?
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| Though I’m one disgusting blighter
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| I’m a lover, not a fighter --
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| 'Cause way down deep inside
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| I’ve got a dream
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| I’ve got a dream!
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| He’s got a dream!
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| I’ve got a dream!
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| He’s got a dream!
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| And I know one day romance will reign supreme!
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| Though my face leaves people screaming
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| There’s a child behind it, dreaming --
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| Like everybody else
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| I’ve got a dream
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| Tor would like to quit and be a florist
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| Gunther does interior design
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| Ulf is into mime
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| Attila’s cupcakes are sublime
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| Bruiser knits
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| Killer sews
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| Fang does little puppet shows
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| And Vladimir collects ceramic unicorns!
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| I have dreams, like you -- no, really!
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| Just much less touchy-feely
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| They mainly happen somewhere
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| warm and sunny
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| On an island that I own
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| Tanned and rested and alone
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| Surrounded by enormous piles of money
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| I’ve got a dream!
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| She’s got a dream!
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| I’ve got a dream!
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| She’s got a dream!
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| I just want to see the floating
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| lanterns gleam!
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| Yeahh!
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| And with every passing hour
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| I’m so glad I left my tower --
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| Like all you lovely folks
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| I’ve got a dream!
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| She’s got a dream!
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| He’s got a dream!
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| They’ve got a dream!
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| We’ve got a dream!
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| So our diff 'rences ain’t
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| really that extreme!
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| We’re one big team!!!
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| Call us brutal --
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| Sick --
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| Sadistic --
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| And grotesquely optimistic
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| 'Cause way down deep inside
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| We’ve got a dream!
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| I’ve got a dream!
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| I’ve got a dream!
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| I’ve got a dream!
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| I’ve got a dream!
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| I’ve got a dream!
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| I’ve got a dream!
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| Yes way down deep
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| inside, I’ve got a dream!
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| Yeahh! |