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I've gone without bread, I've slept in the mud |
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I've given my best while they 've screamed for my blood |
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I've begged and I've bullied for any small chance to perform |
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At nights I've awakened, my guts in a knot |
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Remembering how much I gave up and for what |
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Some paints and some costumes are a pitiful tent in a storm |
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A handful of coins, a trunk always packed |
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No family, no home, just this madness to act |
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Still I have a theory about this disease we contract |
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That most men are equally crazy as actors in fact |
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Why does a boy carve his name on a tree? |
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Or the first-born inherit the throne? |
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What is a sculptor aspiring to be |
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When he spends half his life carving stone? |
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Kings build their tombs for the ages |
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Poets and fools fill up their pages |
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What are we hoping for? What do we fear? |
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I say we yearn to leave something that lasts |
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To be known for what little we've done |
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Men tell their children the tales of their pasts |
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And each man gives his name to his son |
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Something in song or in story |
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Something in blood, something of glory |
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Something that won't fade away in a year |
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Well, I will not flicker and die like an ember |
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Too many men flicker and die |
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I will leave something behind to remember |
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Somehow I must - don't ask me why |
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I have no wealth, at least none I can claim |
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And no patience for carving in stone |
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All that I have are my skill and my name |
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And this chance to make both of them known |
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This is my key to the portal |
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How I can leave something immortal |
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Something that time cannot make disappear |
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Something to say: I was here! |