Opera Singer

I am an opera singer
I stand on painted tape
It tells me where I¹m 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 I¹m 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
I¹ve 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 I¹m great

I am an opera singer
I will sing when you¹re all dead
I sing the mountains crumbing apart
I sing what can¹t 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




 

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