| I smile and shake and the opera continues,
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| And I am quite submissive to the world I am in.
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| My previous life is slipping away from me.
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| My distant past is gone is gone.
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| And the rest of the night
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| I can’t take my eyes away from him.
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| His glittering eyes and his tender smile.
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| And as I am leaving flush and nervous,
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| He touches my arm and I turn around.
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| And he is looking at me with his glittering eyes and his tender smile.
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| Oh God I am lost
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| How could I let him?
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| Everything is dark, obscure, and terrible.
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| I don’t understand this.
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| Oh God, I am lost.
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| Back in the theatre full of lights
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| Where tenors jumped about in tinsel jackets
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| Young girls and older men cried bravo, enraptured
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| There it all seemed simple
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| But now alone I am tortured
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| My conscience naws away at my heart
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| Am I spoiled for Andrey’s love or not?
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| Oh I can soothe myself with irony.
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| Nothing it was nothing.
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| I didn’t lead him on at all.
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| No one will ever know. |
| I’ll never see him again.
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| Nothing has happened and Andrey can love me still.
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| Oh God why isn’t he here?
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| And yet it was like there was nothing between us
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| No veil, no modesty, just his face and strong hands
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| His glittering eyes and his tender smile
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| That gold handsome man who pressed my arm |