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Antonio Banderas
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Chris Nightingale
Chris Nightingale
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Nick Curtis
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John Mauceri
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Mike Dixon
Mike Dixon
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Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
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Tim Rice
Tim Rice
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David Cullen
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Andrew Lloyd Webber
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Dick Lewzey
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Mark "Spike" Stent
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Robin Sellars
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Nigel Wright
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David Wagg
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Gustavo Moratorio
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Matt Silva
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Toby Wood
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Tell me before I waltz out of your life Before turning my back on the past Forgive my impertinent behavior But how long do you think this pantomime can last? Tell me before I ride off in the sunset There's one thing I never got clear How can you claim you're our savior When those who oppose you are stepped on, or cut up Or simply disappear? Tell me before you get onto your bus Before joining the forgotten brigade How can one person, like me, say Alter the time-honored way the game is played? Tell me before you get onto your high horse Just what you expect me to do? I don't care what the bourgeoisie say I'm not in business for them But to give all my descamisado's A magical moment or two There is evil ever around Fundamental system of government Quite incidental So what are my chances of honest advances? I'd say low Better to win by admitting my sin Than to lose with a halo Tell me before I seek worthier pastures And thereby restore self-esteem How can you be so short-sighted To look never further than this week or next week To have no impossible dream? Allow me to help you slink off to the sidelines And mark your adieu with three cheers But first, tell me who'd be delighted If I said I'd take on the world's greatest problems From war to pollution, no hope of solution Even If I lived for one hundred years There is evil ever around Fundamental system of government Quite incidental So go, if you're able To somewhere unstable and stay there! Whip up your hate in some tattering state But not here, dear Is that clear, dear? Ohh, what I'd give for a hundred years But the physical interferes Every day more Oh, my creator What is the good Of the strongest heart In a body that's falling apart? A serious flaw I hope you know that
Writer(s): Tim Rice, Andrew Lloyd Webber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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