Mrs . Lovett
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My, them handles is chased silver, ain't they?
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(Todd)
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Silver, yes.
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These are my friends.
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See how they glisten.
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see this one shine,
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How he smiles in the light.
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My friend, my faithfyl friend.
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Speack to me. friend.
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Whisper, I'll listen.
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I Know I Know-
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You've been locked out of sight
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All these years-
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Like me, my friend.
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well, I've come home
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to find you waiting.
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Home,
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and we're together,
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and we'll do wonders,
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won't we?
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you there my friend.
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come, let me hold you.
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now, with a sigh
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you're warm
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In my hand,
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My friend.
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My clever friend.
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Rest now, my friends.
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soon I'll unford you.
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Soon you'll Know splendors
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You never have dreamed
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All your days,
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My lucky friends.
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Till now your shine
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Was merely silver.
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Friends,
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you shall drip rubies.
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You'll soon drip precious
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Rubies.
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At, last. My right arm is complete again!
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My Friends
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Stephen Sondheim |