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Opera Singer I am an opera singer I stand on painted tape It tells me where Iım going And where to throw my cape I call my co-stars brother I call my co-stars name I sing both good and evil parts I sing to Verde's grave And every single morning By 10 am Iım 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 Iıve sung for kings in Europe And emperors in Japan And after each performance People stand around and wait Just to tell me they love my voice Just to tell me that Iım great I am an opera singer I will sing when youıre all dead I sing the mountains crumbing apart I sing what canıt be-e-e-e said I am an opera singer I sing in foreign lands People seem to know my name Or at least who I am BACK TO PREVIOUS PAGE |