amateur theatre

Bring on the Amateurs

This is not a dive
This is not a low
We fool ourselves today
Tomorrow finds us
Tomorrow sometimes knows.

Find me a way to stay here, my love.

Smoke hangs in the air
The compare's made of wood
The stand-up's standing down
The band keep playing
They're misunderstood.

CHORUS
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It's not my place to put you down
It ain't my place to run you 'round
It's not my place to put you down
My friends.
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Charley sets the pace
Just like when he was young
Each sleeve hides an ace
He stands there smiling
But the encore never comes.

CHORUS

The show ain't over until
The fat lady sings
Yeah, she's flat and shrill
Old and tired
From waiting in the wings.

Find me a way to stay here, my love
Find me a way to stay here.

© Severn Dwyer. 2015

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