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Schmuel would work till half-past ten at his tailor shop in Klimovich |
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Get up at dawn and start again with the hems and pins and twist |
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Forty-one years had come and gone at his tailor shop in Klimovich |
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Watching the winters soldier on, there was one thing Schmuel missed |
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\"If I only had time,\" old Schmuel said |
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\"I would build the dress that's in my head |
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A dress to fire |
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The mad desire |
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Of girls from here to Minsk |
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But I have no more hours left to sew\" |
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Then the clock upon the wal began to glow... |
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And the clock said: |
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\"Na na na na, na na na |
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Oh Schmuel, you'll get to be happy! |
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Na na na na, na na na |
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I give you unlimited time! |
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Na na na na, na na na |
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So Schmuel, go sew and be happy!\" |
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But Schmuel said |
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\"No, no, it's not my lot |
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I've gotta make do witht he time I've got\" |
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Schmuel was done at half-past ten and he said \"Good night, old Klimovich\" |
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Put on his coat to go, but then the clock cried, \"Wait! Not yet! |
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Even though you're not wise or rich |
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You're the finest man in Klimovich |
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Listen up, Schmuel |
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Make one stitch and you'll see what you get\" |
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But Schmuel said |
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\"Clock, it's much too late |
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I'm at peace with life |
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I accept my fate...\" |
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But the clock said |
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\"Schmuel! One stitch and you will |
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Unlock the dreams you've lost!\" |
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So Schmuel, with reluctance, took his thread |
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He pulled a bolt of velvet and said |
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\"I should take out my teeth and go to bed |
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I'm sitting her with talking clocks instead!\" |
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And the clock said: |
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\"Na na na na, na na na |
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Oh Schmuel, you'll get to be happy! |
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Na na na na, na na na, |
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I give you unlimited time |
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Na na na na, na na na |
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Just do it and you can be happy!\" |
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So Schmuel put the thread through the needle's eye |
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And the moon stared down from a starless sky |
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And he pushed the thread through the velvet black |
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And he looked, and the clock was turning... back |
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So he grabbed his shears and he cut some lace |
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As the hands moved left on the old clock's face |
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And his fingers flew and the fabric swirled |
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It was nine-fifteen all around the world |
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Every cut and stitch was a perfect fit |
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As if God Himself were controlling it! |
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And Schmuel cried through a rush of tears |
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\"Take me back! Take me back all forty-one years!\" |
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And on it went down that silent street |
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Till Schmuel's dress was at last complete |
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And he stretched his arms |
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And he closed his eyes |
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And the morning sun finally started to rise |
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And the dress he made on that endless night |
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Was a dress that would make any soul take flight |
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Not a swatch, not a skein had gone to waste |
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Every ribbon and button ideally placed |
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And swen into the seams were forty-one seasons of dreams |
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Dreams that you could feel |
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Coming real |
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And that very dress, so the papers swore |
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Was the dress a girl in Odessa wore |
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On the day she promised forevermore |
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To love a young man named Schmuel |
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Who only one day before |
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Had knocked at her kitchen door |
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Plenty have hoped and dreamed and prayed |
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But they can't get out of Klimovich |
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If Schmuel had been a cute goyishe maid |
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He'd've looked a lot like you |
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Maybe it's just that you're afraid to go out on to a limb-ovich |
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Maybe your heart's completely swayed |
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But your head can't follow through |
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But shouldn't I want the world to see |
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The brilliant girl who inspires me? |
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Don't you think that now's a good time to be |
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The ambitious freak you are? |
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Say goodbye to wiping ashtrays at the bar |
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Say hello to Cathy Hiatt, big-time star! |
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'Cause I say: |
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Na na na na na na na na |
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Cathy, you get to be happy! |
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Na na na na na na na |
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I give you unlimited time! |
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Na na na na na na na |
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Stop temping and go and be happy! |
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Here's a headshot guy and a new BackStage |
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Where you're right for something on every page |
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Take a breath |
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Take a step |
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Take a chance |
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Take your time |
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Have I mentioned today |
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How lucky I am |
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To be in love with you?! |
