Opera Singer
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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 co-star's brother I call my co-star's name I play both good and evil parts I sing to Verdi's play 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 wave 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 amacoustic alternative alternative rock book on tape brass section electric Favourites funk your ass up funny goofy Hapiness is not a fish you can happy happytimes indie indie rock lyrical Mellow metal oriental buzz Playlist 2005 pop pop rock post-grunge Progressive metal Progressive rock ragtime rock role playing sarcastic punk pop singer-songwriter Songs of d00m Soundtrack des Lebens Untagged work music WSKEEBS
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