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Mustn't Panic (Lyrics)

PIP:
The source of my fortune becomes my damnation
A convict my patron
Estella was never meant for me
As Miss Havisham lead me to believe
My expectations are not just diminished
They are finished, finished, finished!

Mustn’t panic
I mustn't panic
I am ruined, but I must stay calm
Mustn’t panic
Mustn’t worry
I must keep my head, use my reason, not get frantic

Mustn’t panic
Look I tremble
If there is a God he must have a satanic
Sense of humor to skew the game
Change the rules, make my loss complete
If I bear no guilt why am I to blame
One old man, his success, my defeat

Mustn’t panic
Ashes settle
Nothing can be solved, only fools erupt volcanic
Dreams are deadly
Now I’m learning
Hopes that tear apart leave you wiser and nothing more

I’m the rube, just an innocent
Now I’m twisted in fate’s cold grasp
My future was only experiment
Bridges burn in my past, love will shatter like glass,
I’m the gullible soul who must suffer the toll
Taste the sweet irony

Mustn’t panic
Mustn’t lose it
I’ve been used to live out a lie
Mustn’t panic
Mustn’t breakdown
As expectations quickly die

 

GREAT EXPECTATIONS  (reprise)

ENSEMBLE:
Great expectations

PIP:
There’s something sordid about the vile phrase
A wretched cliché

ENSEMBLE:
Great expectations

PIP:
A rude awak’ning when you’re crashing down
To learn you’re the clown
A few good laughs just make them loud and hearty
Why not poke fun, insult the injured party
A rude reminder I was meant to test her
A shrewd designer that used me as jester
Good God,

ALL:
Great expectations