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Musical: REPO! The Genetic Opera
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BLIND MAG: SHILO...? IS YOUR NAME SHILO? CAN I TALK TO YOU? CAN YOU COME DOWN PLEASE... SO WE CAN SPEAK? I SAW YOU AT THE SHOW. I THOUGHT I’D SEEN A GHOST. YOUR RESEMBLANCE IS STRIKING. YOU HAVE YOUR MOTHER’S EYES, HER HAIR. I WAS TOLD YOU DIED WITH HER. ALL THESE YEARS HAVE COME AND GONE. HOW DO I PUT THIS...? I’M YOUR GODMOM. SHILO: STATE YOUR BUSINESS. BLIND MAG: BUSINESS? SHILO: WHAT DO YOU WANT? BLIND MAG: I WANT, I WANT TO FINALLY MEET YOU - SOMETHING REAL TO CLING TO. LEAVE YOU WITH THE HOPE THAT YOU WILL GO DO ALL YOU’RE MEANT TO, ALL I’VE FAILED TO. IN YOU, IS A WORLD OF PROMISE. WE HAVE BOTH BEEN KEPT IN BONDAGE, BUT YOU CAN LEARN FROM ALL MY FAILURES. SHILO: I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO TALK TO STRANGERS. BLIND MAG: OR LET THEM THROUGH THE GATE? SHILO: THAT EITHER. A BIG RISK. BLIND MAG: A BIG FENCE. SHILO: A MISTAKE. BLIND MAG: A NEW FRIEND. DEAD MARNI: CHASE THE MORNING. YIELD FOR NOTHING. CHASE THE MORNING. YIELD FOR NOTHING. SHILO: HOW’D YOU DO THAT? BLIND MAG: DO WHAT? SHILO: DO THAT. THAT, THAT EYE THING. BLIND MAG: THESE EYES CAN DO MORE THAN SEE. SHILO: I KNOW--I MEAN, I’VE SEEN YOU SING. BLIND MAG: WHERE? SHILO: FROM MY WINDOW. I CAN SEE THE WORLD FROM THERE. NAME THE STARS AND CONSTELLATIONS. COUNT THE CARS AND WATCH THE SEASONS. BLIND MAG: I WISH WE COULD’VE WATCHED TOGETHER. SHILO: I CAN’T HAVE GUESTS. BLIND MAG: NEVER? SHILO: EVER. IF DAD FOUND OUT THAT I’D BEEN LET OUT, OR YOU’D BEEN LET IN... BLIND MAG: I SHOULD GO THEN. BEFORE I DO, PROMISE ME YOU WON’T-- SHILO: IT’S BETTER THAT YOU— SHILO: DON'T. FORGET ME. 'BEST IF I RESUME MY LIFE INSIDE MY BEDROOM. BLIND MAG: DON'T FORGET THAT A SHELTERED ROSE NEEDS A LITTLE ROOM TO BLOOM OUTSIDE HER BEDROOM. DEAD MARNI: CHASE THE MORNING. YIELD FOR NOTHING. CHASE THE MORNING. YIELD FOR NOTHING. BLIND MAG: LET YOUR LIFE BE YOUR DREAM. INTEGRITY. HONESTY. IT’S TOO LATE FOR ME. DON’T LOOK BACK ‘TIL YOU’RE FREE TO CHASE THE MORNING… DEAD MARNI: YIELD FOR NOTHING. CHASE THE MORNING. YIELD FOR NOTHING. YIELD FOR NOTHING. Back to main page: REPO! The Genetic Opera Lyrics
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