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What a dreadful town, what a vulgar place |
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What an awful mistake to have come here |
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To be on display in that shameless way |
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For the crude common lower-class scum here |
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How do they dare to treat us so? |
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Father dear, come play with me |
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Come and see this toy |
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I've gotWhat a snub at most from our so-called host |
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Did he think sending freaks would be funny? |
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Could the fool have thought that our pride was bought |
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By his filthy |
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American money? |
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What a farce, what an outright slap in the face |
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It's an utter disgrace |
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I've got a mind to pack and go |
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Never you mind the debts we own |
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Who would believe we've sunk this low? |
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Father please, come play with me |
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Please tell the boy the answer's no |
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Must you make that racket? |
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It's the aria |
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I'm to sing |
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It hurts my head |
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Please, let's not fight, dear |
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I'm sure that no one intended a slight, dear |
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Don't you patronize me |
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It's your fault we came here |
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We need the money, that's all |
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That's why things haven't been right, dear |
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Why doesn't it surprise me |
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That I get the blame here? |
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Let's leave tonight, dear |
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If that would serve to ease |
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Your troubled mind |
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Leave the hurt behind |
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Father dear, come over here |
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And look at what they gave to me |
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Wind the top and father, see |
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Look, it plays a melody |
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I need some air |
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Raoul, please |
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Please what? |
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Nothing, nothing, only |
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Raoul, don't drink anymore |
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Father never plays with me |
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Doesn't he love me? |