| Opening night for the same old show.
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| Well the lights go down and the curtains up.
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| Tell me is the spotlight bright enough?
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| Read the cards and recite those lines.
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| You know they always seem so dry.
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| And the words you say, they are getting old,
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| But the choirs singing for you.
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| All is well, all is gold!
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| Can’t you hear them singing for you?
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| Now you’re everything that you hoped you’d be.
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| Oh yeah you know you’ve got,
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| You’ve got everyone on the edge of their seats,
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| Watching you so anxiously.
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| Hanging on to every word,
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| You knew they always would.
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| And the words you say, they are getting old,
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| But the choirs singing for you.
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| All is well, all is gold!
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| Can’t you hear them singing for you?
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| We’ll move towards a steady place on solid ground.
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| And the time will find us in our separate country towns.
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| The pictures line your shelves.
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| You wish that someone else adorned
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| That golden frame above the fireplace.
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| At night when you’re in bed,
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| I’ll sneak inside your head,
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| Into your wildest dreams.
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| Because you still need me.
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| All is well! |
| Not everything is gold |