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Musical: Bright Lights, Big City
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Michael: Brother, calling my brother What the hell’s going on with you? I’ve been calling for a week now How’s your wife, man? How’s you job? How’s your life? Why don’t you call me, brother? Next week is the anniversary Of our mother dying, brother I’ve been trying to get a hold of you Just to let you know We’re going to spread her ashes On the lake But not without you, brother Calling my brother Where are you, brother? If you see my brother Could you ask him please to call me? That he owes it to our mother That I’m waiting in Box County If the mountain will not come to me Then I’ll come to Manhattan Could you tell him that, please? Could you tell my brother? Calling my brother And where’s Amanda? Amanda: I won’t be coming home tonight Jamie: Did you get a later flight? Amanda: I’m staying in Paris Jamie: For how long? Amanda: I’m sorry I don’t want to hurt you One day I’ll explain Jamie: What are you saying? Amanda: My career is really taking off here Jamie: Since when is modeling a fucking career? Amanda: Jamie, please Jamie: Is there someone else? Amanda: Well, that’s not the point But…yes Jamie: Who? Amanda: A photographer from Paris Jamie: You said they were all gay Amanda: Au contraire Back to main page: Bright Lights, Big City Lyrics
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