Misc Musicals – Natasha Pierre And The Great Comet Of 1812 - Letters (Guitar)

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In nineteenth-century Russia, we write letters, we write letters

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We put down in writing what is happening in our minds

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Once it's on the paper, we feel better, we feel better

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It's like some kind of clarity when the letter's done and signed

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Dear Andrey

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Dear old friend, how goes the war?

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Do we march on the French splendidly?

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Do our cannons crack and cry?

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Do our bullets whistle and sing?

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Does the air reek with smoke?

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I wish I were there, ith death at my heels

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Dolokhov is recovering, he will be all right, the good man

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And Natasha is in town, your bride to be, so full of life and mischief

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I should visit

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I hear she is more beautiful than ever

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How I envy you and your happiness

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Here at home I drink and read and drink and read and drink

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But I think I've finally found it, what my heart has needed

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For I've been studying the Kabal

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And I've calculated the number of the beast

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It is Napoleon!

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    Six hundred three score and six

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And I will kill him one day

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He's no great man

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None of us are great men

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We're caught in the wave of history

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Nothing matters

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Everything matters

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It's all the same

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Oh, if only I could not see "it"

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This dreadful, terrible "it"

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In nineteenth-century Russia, we write letters, we write letters

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We put down in writing, what is happening in our minds

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Dear Andrey—

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What more can I write after all that has happened?

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What am I to do if I love him and the other one too?

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Must I break it off?

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These terrible questions

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I see nothing but the candle in the mirror

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No visions of the future, so lost and alone

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And what of Princess Mary?

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Dear Natasha

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I am in deep despair at the misunderstanding there is between us

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Whatever my father's feelings might be

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I beg you to believe that I cannot help loving you

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He is a tired old man and must be forgiven

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Please, come see us again

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Dear Princess Mary—

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Oh, what am I to write!

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How do I choose?

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What do I do?

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These terrible questions

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I'm so alone here

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So alone in here

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And I see nothing

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I see nothing but the candle in the mirror

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No visions of the future

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So lost and alone

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In nineteenth-century Russia, we write letters

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We write letters

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We put down in writing

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What is happening in our minds

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Dear Natalie

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A love letter

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A love letter

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A love letter

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A letter from him, from the man that I love

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A letter which I composed

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A love letter

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A love letter...

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Natalie, Natalie, Natalie

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I must love you or die

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Natalie, Natalie, Natalie

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If you love me, say yes

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And I will come and steal you away

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Steal you out of the dark

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Natalie, Natalie, Natalie

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I want nothing more

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Natalie, Natalie, Natalie

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I must love you or die

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Natalie, Natalie, Natalie

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If you love me, say yes

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And I will come and steal you away

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Steal you out of the dark

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Natalie, Natalie, Natalie

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I want nothing more

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Just say yes

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Just say yes

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Just say yes

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Yes, yes, I love him

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How else could I have his letter in my hand?

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I read it twenty times

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Thirty times, forty times!

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Each and every word

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I love him, I love him