Craig Armstrong O Verona
(Narrator)
Two Households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, Where we lay our scene.
From ancient grude, break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood, makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes,
A pair of star cross'd lovers take their life.
From misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death, bury their parents strife.
The fearful passage of their death mark'd love,
And the continuance of their parents rage,
Which, but their childrens end, not could remove,
Is now the two hours traffic of our stage.
(Choir)
Solve her through commerce and a bedroom full of hundred dollar bills.
This precious waste of time, reconstructed to believe what's on her
mind.
You're so overrated it hurts.
O, Verona! She is on my mind.
Taking over. How my heart hurts.
I've been seeing much too much of you these days.
You stay away.
Precious everyone, we've got you up in arms.
You're so overrated it hurts.
And you know everything and you know better.
O, Verona! She is on my mind.
Taking over. How my heart hurts.
She's forgotten. (z8)
Oh no!
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