| From the cradle to the grave, to the end of days
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| We all should dance while it lasts
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| Don’t wait for another chance
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| It’s written in the stars, in the stones, in our scars
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| The notes of life are running out of time
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| By leaving all behind
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| That’s something to keep in mind
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| Nothing is waterproof
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| Our dreams, hopes and free will
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| Deaf, dumb and blind and sanity’s out of sight
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| But still it flows within
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| Nothing is fireproof
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| Our flesh, papers and the truth
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| It’s true what they say
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| It’s incorporated in our DNA
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| Small things make what we see
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| As the essence of every human being
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| Break it down
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| It’s written in the stars, in the stones, in our scars
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| No matter what you’re taking part
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| In a wonderful piece of art
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| (Piece of art)
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| It dwells deep beneath
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| The basic instinct that keeps us alive
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| No need to believe in
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| No faith is required to survive
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| There is nothing left to say
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| Only the music can take the breath away
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| Difference between you and me
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| It is the greatest art of living
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| In perfect harmony from minor to major key
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| By using the whole range of scale
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| The notes of life will be then rearranged
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| It’s written in the stars, in the stones, in our scars
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| No matter what you’re taking part
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| In a wonderful piece of art
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| (Piece of art)
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| It dwells deep beneath
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| The basic instinct that keeps us alive
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| No need to believe in
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| No faith is required to survive
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| Nothing is fireproof
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| Our flesh, papers and the truth
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| Even the stars are already set to burn
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| Nothing is waterproof
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| Our dreams, hopes and free will
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| They drown as the tide turns and closes in
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| Nothing is fireproof
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| Our flesh, papers and the truth
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| Even the stars are already set to burn
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| Nothing is waterproof
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| Our dreams, hopes and free will
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| They drown as the tide turns and closes in
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| It’s written in the stars, in the stones, in our scars
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| No matter what you’re taking part
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| In a wonderful piece of art
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| (Piece of art)
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| It dwells deep beneath
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| The basic instinct that keeps us alive
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| No need to believe in
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| No faith is required to survive
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| Survive! |