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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 |
