i am an opera singer
I stand on painted tape
It tells me where i'm 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 verdi's grave

And every single morning
By 10 am i'm 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
I've sung for kings in europe
And emperors in j__an

And after each performance
People stand around and wait
Just to tell me that they love my voice
Just to tell me that i'm great

I am an opera singer
I will sing when you're all dead
I sing the mountains crumbling apart
I sing what can't 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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