| I auditioned to be a star
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| In all my ambition I knew I’d go far
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| Farthest I got was 49
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| They said it wasn’t my time
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| A fortune-teller assessed my hand
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| And then shook her head as I told her my plans
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| Told me my planets weren’t aligned
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| She said it’s not my time
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| I imagine all the many things I could do
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| But then I go and try and see them through
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| There I was knocking on death’s door
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| When death opened up and asked me what for
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| Told me I had to wait in line
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| He said it’s not your time
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| Thought I could model, live the high life
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| But on my way up got cut off at 5
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| They said unless you get to 5'9″
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| Maybe it isn’t your time
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| I fancied dancing, I loved a beat
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| And then I discovered my two left feet
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| That left me to the conga line
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| Maybe it’s not my time
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| (Maybe it was!)
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| I wish you could see how well I do all these things
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| But the only time I do it is in my dreams
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| I adored you, I made you laugh
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| Those things amounted to nearly a half
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| Half of your heart won’t make you all mine
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| You said it’s not our time, dear
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| I guess it’s not my time |