| There she stands in the spotlight
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| Now the music begins
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| Her left leg won’t stop trembling
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| But there’s nowhere to run
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| The soldier’s summoned at the station
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| He’s taken down to the hole
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| He limps in late in the darkness
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| And takes his seat in the stalls
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| Righteous woman starts off little
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| Like a dove at dawn
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| Righteous woman building up pressure
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| Like a slow moving storm
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| Righteous woman giving birth
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| To the dark unborn
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| Righteous woman
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| Righteous woman
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| In a blanket in a box on a hospital doorstep
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| Lies a baby newborn
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| The nurse gently picks up the bundle
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| But the mother is gone
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| In the darkness, his head falls
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| As the chorus arrives
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| He wakes up late in the third act
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| To those radiant eyes
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| Righteous woman laying down the law
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| Getting on her glow
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| Righteous woman surrendering
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| To the full ecstatic flow
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| Now she looks out and sees the brass buttons
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| Glinting in the tenth row
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| Righteous woman
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| Righteous woman
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| Righteous woman hears the knock
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| On her dressing room door
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| She takes the note and reads it
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| Then lets it drop to the floor
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| Now she drifts on down slowly
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| To the backstage door
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| Righteous woman
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| Righteous woman
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| Righteous woman
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| Righteous woman
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| Righteous woman
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| Righteous woman
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| Righteous woman
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| Righteous woman
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| Righteous woman
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| Righteous woman |