A studio apartment somewhere new Somewhere far away from here How does it feel? Are you lonesome? Now youve got first chair But a broken heart wont mend When your cellos your only friend It doesnt matter what theyre paying you, Edith Wong When youre sitting in the spotlight A standing ovation every night Does it occur to you That something isnt right? And when youre kissing someone new But you know that your hearts not through With the last boy Do you say to yourself, Thisll do? You can hide in the cinema Youve got the money to spend But the movies always end And then its your life again You can practice all day long Until the notes are perfect But your hearts all wrong Calloused fingers wont make you strong, Edith Wong
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