don't cry for me dear
This city
Lights is burning in my s
oul
this wonderful feeling of being
Whole

the crowd is calling
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don't fall asleep

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don't cry for me dusty tears
don't scream for me to come on and preform
This stage is my prison
And I cannot breath
smoke
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the light is burning my crowd that is in my mind
their calling for me to preform
and i cry
tears turning into pail smoke and dusty sand
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