| You want to be an actress
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| And step down on the stage
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| You are going to the school Julliard
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| To learn how to strut so high and proud
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| Make me stand up and notice
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| That you are not afraid
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| I believe in you
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| And I believe you’ll have it made
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| I cut out my heart And mailed it away
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| Save it for your summer holiday
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| You’ll forget about me
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| When your name is on the marquee
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| And the rich boys come out to play
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| Upon Avenue 'A'
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| You’ve got your reasons
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| And I’ve got mine
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| I’ll nail your cards and letter on the wall
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| To remind me that you are still out there
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| Because I won’t know the girl on the screen at all
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| Cut out my heart And mailed it away
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| And save it for your summer holiday
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| You’ll forget about me
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| When your name is on the marquee
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| And your up on Avenue 'A'
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| Cut out my heart And mailed it away
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| And save it for your summer holiday
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| Teach them how to laugh and feel
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| When they put you to the test
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| For there is something special in you
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| That you must express
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| Don’t forget about me
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| When your name is on the marquee
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| And the rich men come to stay
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| Up on Avenue 'A'
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| Up on Avenue 'A' |