you can't take me and throw me away.

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[quiet, drinking tea at the table of the kitchen with a few shortbread cookies. might seem a little distant, but his voice is up. no stutters, and--there might be a reason. his voice isn't very trained, so there's diction issues, but it's made for Broadway so it's loud and rattling and on pitch.]

I'm falling out--
of grace with the world,
they say I've lost my midas touch;
what turned to gold now turns to rust.
I'm falling out--
of line with all the stars,
that flood my dreams with their guitars and magazines...