| I was never a child at all
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| I was raised to stand as tall as father’s immemorial
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| Born to be a portrait on the wall
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| I am the race car, they’re the timer
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| I’m the firstborn, set for higher power than I care to be
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| It is not for me
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| Blue blood, bound by fate
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| Son of a steel magnate
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| Golden chains are so hard to bear…
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| Railway tracks are my life story
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| From Rome to London, I wield the glory of the gold and green
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| It should not be for me
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| Blue blood, bound by fate
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| Son of a steel magnate
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| Golden chains are so hard to bear…
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| One day I’ll revise the story
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| A door will close one final time
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| Path will be mine only to the unknown
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| One was born to rule a nation
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| To rule with fists of gold and steel
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| There will be no name or station unknown to the world
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| One night in Dublin at last
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| On the shore I hold fast to the treasure that I carry along
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| A painting that I worked on for so long
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| Blue blood, heart gone black
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| Finally not turning back
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| World of the old, it’s ending here
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| Today I’ll revise the story
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| A door will close one final time
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| This path will be mine only to the unknown
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| One was born to rule a nation
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| To rule with fists of gold and steel
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| Today will be no name or station unknown to the world…
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| (Act II: Repentance)
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| On the docks against the nightfall
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| I should take the step if I dare
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| With the painting hidden away
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| About to sail to Delaware
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| My portrait, picture of my life
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| Father’s face blended with mine
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| Destiny, it always gets you in the end of the line…
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| This will never hang on a wall
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| Down there in the ancestor’s hall
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| On the final break of a day
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| Atlantic washes me away
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| My colors away
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| (Act III: To the New World)
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| Today I’ll revise the story
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| A door will close one final time
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| This path will be mine only to the unknown
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| One was born to rule a nation
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| To rule with fists of gold and steel
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| There will be no name or station unknown to the world
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| Today I’ll revise the story
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| A door will close one final time
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| This path will be mine only to the unknown
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| One was born to rule a nation
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| To rule with fists of gold and steel
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| There will be no name or station unknown to the world, oh
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| Unknown to the world… |