| I heard a human voice who sang like no one else
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| I heard a proud lady singing loud
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| Lived her life as she liked, didn’t give a damn
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| But soon she found she was underground and wasted
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| I watched her hitting notes as she strutted stage
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| Her body shook oh, she did her stuff
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| She screamed and quake, give and take, maybe took too much
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| If you take the smooth you got to take the rough
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| Why do you have to die to be a hero
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| It’s a shame a legend begins at its end
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| Why do you have to die if you’re a hero
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| When there’s still so many things to say unsaid
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| I heard a man’s guitar electrify a crowd
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| I felt the sound shower around
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| And he would take you with him where no music’s been before
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| As you merged the power surge together
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| His music knew no limits if you were in it’s wake
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| You had no choice, no, but hear its voice
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| And you would listen hypnotized, and in a dream
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| But once so strong survive or become weak
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| If you gaze across timeless years you’ll find them always there
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| And many gods will join the list compiled with dying care
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| Hungry mouths are waiting to bite the hand that feeds
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| And so the living dead carry on immortal deeds
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| I saw on silver screen an actor’s rise to fame
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| But fast car user lose
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| That legend’s born from death and that is such a shame
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| Because every year new ones appear |