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Musical: Bright Lights, Big City
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Jamie: I am not the kinda guy Who should be coming home At the time of the morning Sunrise, Sunday morning, 6 A.M. One day, there’s a Sunday coming closer Where my typer might be hyper With the fire of a novel once again Come light the darkness die Come light up my Bright lights, big city Bright lights, look at the words falling from the sky Statue of Liberty: Heartbreak Coke Girl: Sad Tad: Drugs Clara: Fact Secretary: Fiction Blues Man: Cocaine Tad: Monstrous Amanda: Model Michael: Mother, brother Coma Baby: Missing Mary O’Brien McCann: Find me Statue of Liberty: Sunday Vicky: Philosophy Clara: Fact Secretary: Fiction Mom: Happy birthday darling All (repeated): Bright lights, big city! Jamie: Bright lights, big city Bright lights, big city Back to main page: Bright Lights, Big City Lyrics
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