Try Not To Sing Along Challenge Musical Theatre Edition | (probably) IMPOSSIBLE!

Try Not To Sing Along Challenge Musical Theatre Edition | (probably) IMPOSSIBLE!


Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee In inches, in miles
In laughter, in strife In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure a year in the life How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love Seasons of love Seasons of love … listen to my declaration “We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal” And when I meet Thomas Jefferson (uhh) Imma compel him to include women in the sequel (WORK) Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world In the greatest city in the world! ‘Cause I’ve been reading common sense by Thomas Paine (Look around, look around) So men say that I’m intense or I’m insane (The revolution’s happening in) You want a revolution? I want a revelation! (New York) So listen to my declaration! “We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal!” Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world In the greatest city in the world! Work, work! Angelica! Work, work! Eliza! aND pEGGy The Schuyler Sisters! We’re looking for a mind at work Hey! (Work) Hey! (Work) In the greatest city (In the greatest city) in the world Don’t tell me not to live
Just sit and putter Life’s candy and the sun’s
A ball of butter Don’t bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade Don’t tell me not to fly
I’ve simply got to If someone takes a spill
It’s me and not you Who told you you’re allowed
To rain on my parade I’ll march my band out
I’ll beat my drum And if I’m fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir At least I didn’t fake it
Hat, sir, I guess I didn’t make it But whether I’m the rose
Of sheer perfection Or freckle on the nose
Of life’s complexion The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye I gotta fly once
I gotta try once Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy Juicy, and you see
I gotta have my bite, sir Get ready for me, love
‘Cause I’m a commer I simply gotta march
My heart’s a drummer Don’t bring around a cloud
To rain on my parade I could change my name and ride up to Seattle But I don’t own a motorbike Wait Here’s an option that I like:
Spend these thirty hours gettin’… freakay! Yeah! I need it hard,
I’m a dead girl walking! I’m in your yard,
I’m a dead girl walking! Before they punch my clock,
I’m snappin’ off your window lock Got no time to knock
I’m a dead girl walking! Veronica? What’re you doing in my room? ShhhHhHhHhhHHh Sorry, but I really had to wake you;
See, I decided I must ride you till I break you ‘Cause Heather says I gots to go;
You’re my last meal on death row Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities! Come on!
Tonight I’m yours,
I’m your dead girl walking! Get a nice studio, I’ll get out of the barrio For real, though, imagine how it would feel goin’ real slow (If I won the lottery) Down the highway of life with no regrets,​ and no breakin’ your neck ​for respect or a paycheck (You’ll wonder where I’ve been) Yo! It’s silly when we get ​into these crazy ​hypotheticals,​ You really want some ​​bread? Then go ahead create a set of ​goals,​ and cross ’em ​off the ​list as you ​pursue ‘em,​ And with those ​ninety-six I know ​precisely ​what I’m doin’ Yo! It’s silly when we get ​into these crazy ​hypotheticals, You really want some ​​bread? Then go ahead create a set of ​goals,​ and cross ’em ​off the ​list as you ​pursue ‘em, And with those ​ninety-six I know ​precisely ​what I’m doin’ Yo! It’s silly when we get into these crazy hypotheticals, You really want some bread? Then go ahead create a set of goals, and cross ’em off the list as you pursue ’em, And with those ninety-six I know precisely what I’m doin’ And with those ninety-six I know precisely what I’m doin’ I’ll be downtown! We could pay off the debts we owe! We could tell everyone we know! I could get on a plane and go! Something has changed within me
Something is not the same I’m through with playing by the rules
Of someone else’s game Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep It’s time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes and leap! It’s time to try
Defying gravity I think I’ll try
Defying gravity And you can’t pull me down! Can’t I make you understand? You’re
having delusions of grandeur I’m through accepting limits
’cause someone says they’re so Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I’ll never know! Too long I’ve been afraid of
Losing love I guess I’ve lost Well, if that’s love
It comes at much too high a cost! I’d sooner buy
Defying gravity Kiss me goodbye
I’m defying gravity And you can’t pull me down What a life I might have known And I swear I will be true But he never saw me there One more day before the storm Do I follow where she goes? At the barricades of freedom Shall I join my brothers there? When our ranks begin to form Do I stay, do I dare? Will you take your place with me? The time is now, the day is here One day more! One day more to revolution,
We will nip it in the bud! We’ll be ready for these schoolboys,
They will wet themselves with blood! (One day more!) Watch ’em run amuck,
Catch ’em as they fall, Never know your luck
When there’s a free for all, Here’s a little ‘dip’
There a little ‘touch’ Most of them are goners
So they won’t miss much! One day to a new beginning! (Raise the flag of freedom high!) Every man will be a king (Every man will be a king) There’s a new world for the winning (There’s a new world to be won) Do you hear the people sing? Oh, oh, oh
Hungry for something that I can’t eat Then I hear that beat! The rhythm of town
Starts calling me down It’s like a message from
High above Oh, oh, oh
Pulling me out to the smiles and the streets that I love Good morning Baltimore
Every day’s like an open door Every night is a fantasy
Every sound’s like a symphony Good morning Baltimore
And some day when I take to the floor The world’s gonna wake up and see
Baltimore and me Oh, oh, oh
Look at my hair, what “do” can compare with mine today? Oh, oh, oh,
I’ve got my hairspray and radio, I’m ready to go The rats on the street
All dance round my feet They seem to say
“Tracy, it’s up to you” So, oh, oh
Don’t hold me back ’cause today all my dreams will come true Good morning Baltimore

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