Live At the Opera
i was young
i was broke
i was cold
cold
young
and broke
i didnt need
to fix my
broken
piggie
bank
short on supplies
i'd exercise by
walking at
night a
round
town
where
there i
saw the
marquee
it could've
been de Sade
but instead was
Mozart
i had
twenty
dollars
for
groceries and
a ticket for
Don Giovanni
was twenty
i lived
off of
that
opera
for a
long
time
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