| I climb up on the stage
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| Wearing an old mans face
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| I’ve said those words a thousand times
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| I memorized the lines of Paris, The Prince and Friar
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| I might one day play them too
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| To get here took its time, I forgot to make a life
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| Between the scripted ones I knew
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| When admiration grew I was only loved by few
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| My true love and passion — everyone knew
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| Hamlet in Lapland, King Lear died in Vienna
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| Venice and Othello, Madrid I am Henry the 8th
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| I am, I am
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| We all shall one day become what we play
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| The marvelous, magical, bewildering array
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| Of trees and stones as we work our way up
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| To become these icons of lust and what not
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| «We live in the sin of self-indulgent… larger than life
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| Yeah, that’s what I am!
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| I am a goddamn Peter Pan, maaaaaaan!
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| But the one palace I won’t grow up in
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| Staged a broken leg deep in my grave»
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| When life becomes a play and I don’t know the role
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| I’m cast it’s all wrong out I cannot escape before the
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| Curtain call
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| One last time build myself a wall to cry on
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| To hide in plain view
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| I will fall deeper into the role written
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| In a drunken haze, it seems, by the Shakespeare in me
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| Stage, film and television
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| Twenty-four seven on the scene, I’m
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| Larger than life…
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| Nightclubs, cabarets, spotlights never turn away now
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| Larger than life…
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| The meaning of the fame is getting
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| Lesser by the day for me somehow
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| Larger than life…
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| My friends all have families
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| Who now have their families
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| I lived half a century aboding deep in vanities
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| Am I now wise, when I’ve learned all the traits
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| Of a fool?
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| The mirror now cries, ageless mask fades to true life
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| To taste the immortal grace I lived the role I played
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| Alone in a golden cage
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| Life is what we make of it sometimes, sometimes
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| Sometimes we just want to play
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| So don’t take life so seriously
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| Play, love, have fun, leave misery be
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| Regrets are built in a cold dark cage
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| Where nothing ever happens
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| Where nothing ever happens
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| So don’t take life so seriously
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| Where nothing ever happens…
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| Where nothing ever happens…
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| Where nothing ever happens…
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| I climb down from the stage
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| Remove the young man’s face
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| And underneath reveal a sage
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| «Young man, you play my role
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| Breath life into that soul
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| Prepare to live a thousand lives»
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| Now when you think it’s all over, you find love
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| A flower starts to bloom, a chapter starts anew
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| The greatest moment in life
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| Mirror still lies, time’s a cruel, silent landslide
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| It builds you up within, destroys the shell you’re in
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| And everything will fall into place
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| When life becomes a play
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| And I (you) don’t know the role I’m cast (you're cast)
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| It’s all wrong, but I (you) cannot
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| Escape before the curtain call
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| One last time, build yourself a wall to cry on
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| For anybody to see
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| You will fall deeper into the role you wrote in a drunken
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| Haze, it seems, with the Shakespeare within
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| Stage, film and television, twenty four seven on the… |