ACT 2:
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THE STAIRCASE OF THE OPERA HOUSE
(A gauze half conceals the tableau of guests at the
Whistle down the wind
Let your voices carry
Drown out all the rain
Light a patch of darkness
Treacherous and scary
I'm lying in my bed all alone
I know places we can go babe
I know places we can go babe
The high won't fade here babe
No, the high won't hurt here babe
I know places we can go babe
Don't send me away
(Don't send me away)
I've hurt you, it's true
Don't close the door
(Don't close the door)
I'll make it up to you
It just ain't fair I was put in that position
Somebody left their keys in the ignition
I saw the unlocked door and made my decision
I just can't help myself
Everybody knows
[Chorus]
All my ex's live in Texas
And Texas is the place I'd dearly love to be
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee
Always turning out for the worst,
you were always my most consistent curse.
Now I hope this gets you kind of heated,
or stings a little if you even read it.
Are you aching for the blade?
That's OK, we're insured
Are you aching for the grave?
That's OK, we're insured
We're getting away with it all messed up
I dreamt I was a refugee
Who lived outside of town
My family in a barria shack
Battered and run down
We had a friend from America