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his wife

More than anything

More than the moon

I wish

The King is giving a Festival

More than life

I wish

I wish to go

Into The Woods (Prologue) [Original Broadway Cast Recording]

Paul Gemignani

Sondheim: Into the Woods [Original Cast Recording]

1988

baker
More than life
I wish
With his wife
More than anything
More than the moon
I wish
The King is giving a Festival
More than life
I wish
I

baker
More than life
I wish
With his wife
More than anything
More than the moon
I wish
The King is giving a Festival
More than life
I wish
I

is giving a Festival.  BAKER & WIFE

BAKER
More than life...   

JACK
I wish...

CIDERELLA
I wish to go to the Festival.  

BAKER
More than riches...

And a childless baker
More than life
I wish
With his wife
More than anything
More than the moon
I wish
The King is giving a festival
More than life
I wish

all get terribly heated
If it's treated as a joke

Oh don't make fun of the festival
Don't make fun of the fair
We darn rotten british
Must learn to be

above
Each girl and boy alike
Sharing joy alike

Feels that passion'll
Soon be national
Love is sweeping the country
There never was so much love

treats so tasty
To fill us with good cheer
Sugar skulls and sweet bread
Are made with love and care
Then brought down to the altar
For everyone

Ralo
Super
Ralo, Young Ralo, Young Ralo, Young Ralo
The national guard, the national guard, they coming to follow us
The national guard,

Revenge Is Sweet

Konan

Revenge is Sweet

2019

it out, kill white eight for brown
Nothing's been the same since we came around
On the same festival but we ain't on the same amount
So fucking rap

Each girl and boy alike sharing joy alike
Feels that passion'll soon be national

Love is sweeping the country
There never was so much love!

Spring is

Frozone
(DrumLvrd)
Big Grim Reaper Gang

Uh, woah
Go get that bread what you better do
In my own lane, way ahead of you
Shooters echo, while I

festival
My psychedelics from overseas, and my gas from Sherman Oaks
So tell me what you need, 'cause we making that dough
I keep that American cheese,

your eyes
Oh when the sausages taste like fried toothpaste and your driven mad with flies
It's a national institution, it's the Aussie thing to do
So

Nobody ever got one over on you
Festivals and friends
I thought those good times would never end
She had a love for life
Her children and the Chinaberry
I

as paper involve, 
she no really send... 
National Treasure 
Divide the national divide the national cake 
She no pressure 
Cash or transfer 
she they do am

the weed is great
The head is better, any weather
This the National Anthem
They swallow money and fandom
And hold the mutiny ransom
I'm hollow, howling for

After the festival, said that she leaving
After the festival, said that she leaving
After the festival, said that she leaving
After the festival said

scared take caution
Put on your head light
When you see the redlight
(Me say)
I and I hope you heard right hustle and get your bread right
(Bada man me

to the bread, give a fuck what you niggas doin'
Break on a bitch, leave her feelings ruined
The way that I walk on the beat can't nobody do it
Birkin my bitch,

chixounettes habillées en Baby Phat
C’est l’festival du G.I. Joe
Pis des poupées Pussycat

L’autre jour à Trois-Pistoles, ça ‘viré au drame
Pendant la Journée

Zagga zagga zagga
Woi yoi
Trouble


Ih mek nuh spiritual sense 
madda producing food but
har children begging fah bread 
nuh nuh 
Ih mek nuh

every night 
And waited tables during daylight
That pub was my money tree 
It got chopped down on day 3

Of the National Emergency!
Lots of folks out

Intro:

International thief thief (3x)
I.T.T
International thief thief
Inter-national

International thief thief (4x)

Chorus:

I’m living in prison