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I get absolutey nothing out of rehearsal. At all. I go, and I hang out in the hall with Liz and Brady and Louise, and possibly Maura. Since I'm an understudy, we do NOTHING. It is awesome, actually. We just sit around, pretending to be practicing lines, when actually we just hold open our scripts so on the off-chance that PH might come out, we are
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It doesn't mean anything.
I've got some words for you,
But they don't offer anything.
You cold called everyone,
But you haven't sold a thing.
A bad idea gone funny.
A pinch felt in a dream.
You thought of everything you some things can't be thought.
You thought of everything but one thing you forgot is
You're wrong.
And you better not be angry.
And you better not be sad.
You better just enjoy the luxury of sympathy,
If that's a luxury you have.
And you know no private bad.
You know that that's the meaning of you're done.
In a world that's not so bad,
In a world time was killing in the sun.
In a world that's not so bad,
In a world time was killing in the sun.
Love,
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