| Iiiiiiiii
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| Just wanna make you famous
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| Just wanna make you famous
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| I, I, I began to reach for the stars
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| Then I saw a star who reached for the cross
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| Then I saw the crowd they were screaming at the screen
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| Like crucify the King yeah, the man in between
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| Crushed bones, blood dripping off his face
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| Framed on wood now that’s a picture of grace
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| But the sequel comes a couple days later
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| We saw the father strike the son something like darth vader
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| Looking for a stunt man who can conquer the fall
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| Must take hits and must have no flaws
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| Did his work and time in a coffin then split
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| I guess that’s what you call a real box office hit
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| Praise God it was Jesus and 12 on the Scene
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| That would makes his life pg-13
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| Yeah I get choked up see it
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| But go buy the book you’ll understand when you read it
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| No glitter no glam but my team still shines bright
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| Where ever you catch us I hope we flashing the light
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| Bearing our crosses just to get our passions right
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| Jim Caviziel on em we want to act like Christ
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| With every act I want to make em known
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| For Every crack of with whip for every punch that was thrown
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| Our Street team is punching the clock
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| Whether you on Wall Str. |
| or you’re hitting the block
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| On the backstreets building with the fam
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| But we All n sync looking like a boy band
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| He’s the man plus a hard act to follow
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| Only way to heaven he’s a one way model
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| The creator of the stars took the low road
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| Could have been a king could have been a Pharaoh
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| Yeah he did it make us blameless
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| So now my only job is to make him famous |