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[Mrs. Lovett (spoken)] |
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It's not much of a chair but it'll do. |
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Was me poor Albert's chair. |
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Sat in it all day long he did till half his leg give out with gout. |
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[Sweeney Todd (spoken)] |
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Why doesn't the beadle come? |
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Before the week is out. |
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That's what he said. |
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[Mrs. Lovett (spoken)] |
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He said 'before the week is out'. |
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It's only Tuesday. |
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(sung) |
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Easy now, |
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Hush, love, hush, |
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Don't distress yourself, |
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What's your rush? |
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Keep your thoughts |
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Nice and lush, |
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Wait. |
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Hush, love, hush, |
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Think it through. |
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Once it bubbles, then |
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What's to do? |
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Watch it close. |
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Let it brew. |
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Wait. |
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I've been thinkin' flowers, |
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Maybe daisies, |
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To brighten up the room! |
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Don't you think some flowers, |
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Pretty daisies, |
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Might relieve the gloom? |
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Ah, wait, |
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Love, wait. |
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[Sweeney Todd (spoken)] |
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And the judge? When will I get to him? |
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[Mrs. Lovett (spoken)] |
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Can't you think of nothin' else? |
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Always broodin' away on your wrongs |
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what happened heaven knows how many years ago! |
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(sung) |
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Slow, love, slow. |
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Time's so fast. |
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Now goes quickly, see |
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Now it's past! |
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Soon will come, |
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Soon will last. |
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Wait. |
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Don't you know, |
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Silly man? |
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Half the fun is to |
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Plan the plan! |
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All good things |
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Come to those who can |
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Wait. |
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Gillyflowers, maybe, |
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'Stead of daisies... |
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I dunno though... |
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What do you think? |