| And so Norman decides to stop living
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| out his fantasy of being a rock star and
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| accept reality. |
| This is the end for
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| Norman but not for us because there
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| will always be someone ready to take
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| his place -- after all, euerybody’s a star!
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| You Can’t Stop The Music
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| Let’s all raise a glass
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| To the rock stars of the past,
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| Those that made it,
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| Those that faded,
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| Those that never even made the grade,
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| Those that we thought would never last.
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| Singers come and go,
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| And stars fade away.
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| They vanish in the haze
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| And they’re never seen again,
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| But the music just keeps playing on.
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| They can’t stop the music,
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| They can’t stop the music,
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| They can’t stop the music playing on.
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| I’ve been half a million places,
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| I’ve seen half a million people who stare,
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| I’ve been a star and down and out,
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| I’ve been put on, sat on, punched and spat on,
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| They’ve called me a faggot, a spiv and a fake,
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| They can knock me down and tread on my face,
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| They can’t stop the music playing on.
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| Let’s all raise a glass
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| To the rock stars of the past,
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| Those that made it,
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| Those that faded,
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| Those that never even made the grade,
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| Those that we thought would never last.
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| Singers come and go,
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| And stars fade away.
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| They vanish in the haze
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| And they’re never seen again,
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| But they can’t stop the music playing on. |