| Are you just a footnote
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| Or will you rise to fill its pages
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| You were born to rock the ages
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| Start a brand new chapter in the book of life
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| It’s comic, It’s tragic
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| Bulding to the climax
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| Leaves you breathless
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| Like magic, the storyline unfolds
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| Heroes, and villains
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| Twists and turns that throw you off
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| The scent of all you thought was real
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| And question all you truly feel
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| I look into the mirror and I ask myself each day
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| Are you just a footnote
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| Or will you rise to fill its pages
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| You were born to rock the ages
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| Start a brand new chapter in the book of life
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| Are you a carbon copy
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| Or a gilded first edition
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| Are you a classic or pulp fiction
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| Just take your pen and write the book of life
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| Against all predictions
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| Everything about it
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| Makes it strager than fiction
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| Can’t make up stuff like that
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| Illusion, confusion
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| You think you’ve got it figured out
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| Till life hits with its blinding force
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| And throws you off your chartered course
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| I look into my heart of hearts and I ask myself each day
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| Are you just a footnote
|
| Or will you rise to fill its pages
|
| You were born to rock the ages
|
| Start a brand new chapter in the book of life
|
| Are you a carbon copy
|
| Or a gilded first edition
|
| Are you a classic or pulp fiction
|
| Just take your pen and write the book of life
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| Write the book of life
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| Take your chances, let those snake eyes roll
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| As your life advances
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| The more we hand the pen to faith
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| The kinder is the hand of fate
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| I’m gazing straight in to your eyes
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| Don’t turn and look away
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| Are you just a footnote
|
| Or will you rise to fill its pages
|
| You were born to rock the ages
|
| Start a brand new chapter in the book of life
|
| Are you a carbon copy
|
| Or a gilded first edition
|
| Are you a classic or pulp fiction
|
| Just take your pen and write the book of life
|
| You were born to rock the ages
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| Just take your pen and write the book of life |