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What makes you so divine |
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Is it your ruthless ambition |
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Is it your insane desire |
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Or your singular vision |
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If you can symbolise the stars |
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In sixteen bars, with two guitars |
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You must think you are a magician |
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What makes you so divine |
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Is it the way you aim so high |
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You have one eye on the part of the sky that you plan to occupy |
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And the other, on the state of the art that you create |
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You speak of fame, you speak of fate, and you just wait |
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What makes you so divine |
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How would you define your worth |
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Where will you find the time |
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To inherit all the earth |
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Who will you have to love |
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If you leave my love behind |
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What makes you so divine |
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Is it all the time you kill |
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You say one day you'll be a? |
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And reward it, and maybe you will |
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I wouldn't be surprised, you're idle, |
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But your idolised, |
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There is no prize for standing so still, |
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Oh no darling there is no prise for standing so still |
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What makes you so divine |
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What should you be famous for |
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Should I run and join the line of fans |
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The stands at your front door |
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Am I the only woman here |
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Who hasn't lost her mind |
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What makes you so divine |
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Is there something that you do |
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Can you maintain your hearty |
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Till the world can come to you |
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How day you be so sure |
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You're some god of mine |
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What makes you so divine |
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You think you could hurt me twice |
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I really hope the soul you sold |
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Reached a reasonable price |
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Do you consider this to be |
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And insult, or a sign |
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What makes you so divine |
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Is there something the eye can see |
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Cause I will die to be like you |
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I don't wanna be someone like me |
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I can only stare at the receding form |
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Of your ascending star |
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But I am torn by my jealousy |
