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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Cake -  Opera Singer
 I am an opera singer
 
 I stand on painted tape
 
 It tells me where Im going
 
 And where to throw my cape
 
 I call my costars "brother"
 
 I call my costars "knave"
 
 I play both good and evil parts
 
 I sing to verdis grave
 
 And every single morning
 
 By 10 am Im 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
 
 Ive sung for kings in europe
 
 And emperors in japan
 
 And after each performance
 
 People stand around and wait
 
 Just to tell me that they love my voice
 
 Just to tell me that Im great
 
 I am an opera singer
 
 I will sing when youre all dead
 
 I sing the mountains crumbling apart
 
 I sing what cant 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 am
 
 
    
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