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I am an opera singer I stand on painted tape It tells me where I'm going And where to throw my cape I call my costars "brother" I call my costars "knave" I play both good and evil parts I sing to verdi's grave And every single morning By 10 am I'm dressed My rehearsals last for hours and hours With diligence I have been blessed |
Some people, they call me monster Some people, they call me saint My talent feeds my darker side Yet no one will complain I am an opera singer I sing in foreign lands I've sung for kings in europe And emperors in japan And after each performance People stand around and wait |
Just to tell me that they love my voice Just to tell me that I'm great I am an opera singer I will sing when you're all dead I sing the mountains crumbling apart I sing what can't be said I am an opera singer I sing in foreign lands Most people seem to know my name Or at least know who I am |
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