Lyrics:
Have fun at your theatre program
Laugh about how you used to not hate me so oh damn
Forget I ever existed
While you go around talking about it
But
and my rope
And life is a theatre, from the top
And we construct new complex things
Of our strange and pointless dreams
Are you tired of eternal scheme?
to hold my pen and paint her soul
I'm sure my mind will be in trouble all night long
'Cause darling I need ya
I went to that theatre
And nobody was there
and a great hole forces
Me down with my soapbox, my pulpit
The theatre ceiling is silver star spangled
And the coins in my pocket go jingle-jangle
Do you love
this storm
How it dances and plays
Till the theatre's ablaze
The audience transfixed will stand in awe
Leveling might, saints and sinners all alike
Il en a vu, ce vieux théâtre avec ses vieux fauteuils qui grincent
Il en a vu, ce vieux théâtre, des maharadjahs, des rois, des princes
Il en a vu
and refusal to concede
Call of duty, theatre of war
Call of duty, to live for more
Get set for confrontation take cover kill or die
Receive your
song I'm singing without you
But my theatre is empty and this crowd is silent
And yet you know so well I haven't forgotten you
Because till
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre and never comes late
She never bothers with people she'd hate
That's why the lady
Infernal! This is my kingdom
Pleasure from pain...pain...pain!
Welcome to our theatre of horrors
Welcome to the theatre of vampires
This night you
Ainvyei
Chandani Chowk Laal Kila
Ya Chunley Koi Theatre
Haan Chandani Chowk Laal Kila
Ya Chunley Koi Theatre
Pappiyan Jhappiyan Karengey Milke
Jagah Toh
Je me dis "fini l'gala", tu te dis "c'est qui c'gars-là"
T'es la seule étoile dans mon Galaxy
Et coup de théâtre
Woah, oh, oh, oh (anything is
She gets hungry for dinner at eight
She loves the theatre, doesn't come late
She never bothers with anyone she'd hate
That's why the lady is
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre and never comes late
She never bothers with people she'd hate
That's why the lady
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre and never comes late
She never bothers with people she'd hate
That's why the lady
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre and never comes late
She never bothers with people she'd hate
That's why the lady
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre and never comes late
She never bothers with people she'd hate
That's why the lady
train, la soirée au théâtre
Et l'auteur à la mode, on s'en fera un deuil
Adieu pièce d'Anouilh, d'Anouilh, ou bien de Sartre
Je ne sais plus très bien,
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre and never comes late
She never bothers with people she'd hate
That's why the lady
train, la soirée au théâtre
Et l'auteur à la mode, on s'en fera un deuil
Adieu pièce d'Anouilh, d'Anouilh, ou bien de Sartre
Je ne sais plus très bien,
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She likes the theatre and never comes late
She never bothers with people she'd hate
That's why the lady
She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She like the theatre and never comes late
She never bothers with people she hates
That's why the lady is
Ayy, ayy
Like a little theatre show
That we used to make as kids of cardboard when we were home
Looking down from in the gods as people go
God what a mess I must seem in the back of a theatre
The scene where the dog has to die
I'm upset but at best keep your hands of my chest
Can't
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