tomorrow evening we play live...
the season starts when we arrive
my wig and lenses top the jazz
my high heels looking for the gas
I sing in the car
I play on the stage
I smile at the stove while I
fall down the stairs
stride my stride, try to play my game
thought you could but you're not the same
tomorrow evening we play live
and on my screen yesterday says hi
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