rhyme They used to tell me toughen up Put some bass in your voice They used to tell me lighten up Put some mase in your voice Lord willin' I ain't kill
sing, and we'd sing of the joy every morning would bring. If I ruled the world, Every man would be as free as a bird. Every voice would be a voice to
Signor Piangi . . . if you please . . . (REYER thumps the piano keys, then leaves the piano, and attempts to attract attention using signals. Al the height of the mayhem, the piano
together we'll lift our voices Singing the time, to play at soldiers is gone forever Domenica. Fai piano i bimbi grandi non piangono Fai piano i bimbi grandi non piangono Fai piano
again Take this back and then, tell a friend Spaces and places you been, time travelin *echoes* Time travelin *echoes* Yo, I was a piano player in my
rhyme They used to tell me toughen up Put some bass in your voice They used to tell me lighten up Put some Mase in your voice Lord willin' I ain't killt
in pale moonlight Snakes in the grass but the scales don't move right Fight when you need to bite when you have to Run no never stand ground then we smash (Chorus) Prevail: Virtuoso piano
voice say Move up a little closer don't hide in shadows Come now and be counted with the children of the Lord Move up a little closer climb high up the
can get the dick of the Eaze, if you can deal with the size But if you can't, parental discretion's advised! {*echoes*} {*bass guitar and piano solo for a minute*} [Unknown voice
(Latimer/Bardens) High rise blocks out the gloom The pavement sticks like glue You're getting nowhere As you ride on a wing and a prayer You're crying
a hanging case. [Roxie Hart] Hanging? [Martin Harrison] - I'm ready to go to the jury tomorrow. [Roxie Hart] Wait a minute, what do you mean hanging
O and I'm back again Take this back and then, tell a friend Spaces and places you been, time travelin', time travelin' Yo, I was a piano player in my
there watching him was the lady that's known as Lou His eyes went rubbering round the room and he seemed in a kind of daze Till at last that old piano