It's opening night, everything's going fine
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Finally finding a timeless time
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It's an open line
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And angle your way through the actors and sets
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Entrance, exits, dressing rooms
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Cigarettes
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Black blight/light
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White spot
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Can do
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Cannot
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You surface again for your one big scene
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It's a real pot-boiler with a civilized sheen
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Paris plea/Spring
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But you mutter, you murmur, you merely mumble
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You're quick and you crack, you quiver
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And you crumble
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Cold cream
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Hot bed
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Wiped out
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Ended/And dead
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Stagefright
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Steve Kilbey |