I climb up on the stage
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Wearing an old mans face
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I've said those words a thousand times
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I memorized the lines of Paris, The Prince and Friar
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I might one day play them too
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To get here took its time, I forgot to make a life
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Between the scripted ones I knew
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When admiration grew I was only loved by few
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My true love and passion - everyone knew
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Hamlet in Lapland, King Lear died in Vienna
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Venice and Othello, Madrid I am Henry the 8th
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I am, I am
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We all shall one day become what we play
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The marvelous, magical, bewildering array
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Of trees and stones as we work our way up
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To become these icons of lust and what not
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"We live in the sin of self-indulgent... larger than life
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Yeah, that's what I am!
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I am a goddamn Peter Pan, maaaaaaan!
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But the one palace I won't grow up in
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staged a broken leg deep in my grave"
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When life becomes a play and I don't know the role
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I'm cast it's all wrong out I cannot escape before the
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Curtain call.
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One last time build myself a wall to cry on,
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To hide in plain view
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I will fall deeper into the role written
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In a drunken haze, it seems, by the Shakespeare in me
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Stage, film and television,
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Twenty-four seven on the scene, I'm
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Larger than life...
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Nightclubs, cabarets, spotlights never turn away now
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Larger than life...
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The meaning of the fame is getting
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lesser by the day for me somehow
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Larger than life...
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My friends all have families
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Who now have their families
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I lived half a century aboding deep in vanities
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Am I now wise, when I've learned all the traits
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Of a fool?
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The mirror now cries, ageless mask fades to true life
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To taste the immortal grace I lived the role I played
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Alone in a golden cage
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Life is what we make of it sometimes, sometimes,
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Sometimes we just want to play
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So don't take life so seriously
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Play, love, have fun, leave misery be
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Regrets are built in a cold dark cage
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Where nothing ever happens
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Where nothing ever happens
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So don't take life so seriously
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Where nothing ever happens...
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Where nothing ever happens...
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Where nothing ever happens...
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I climb down from the stage
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Remove the young man's face
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And underneath reveal a sage
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"Young man, you play my role
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Breath life into that soul
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Prepare to live a thousand lives"
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Now when you think it's all over, you find love
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A flower starts to bloom, a chapter starts anew
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The greatest moment in life
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Mirror still lies, time's a cruel, silent landslide
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It builds you up within, destroys the shell you're in
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And everything will fall into place
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When life becomes a play
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And I (you) don't know the role I'm cast (you're cast)
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It's all wrong, but I (you) cannot
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Escape before the curtain call
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One last time, build yourself a wall to cry on,
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For anybody to see
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You will fall deeper into the role you wrote in a drunken
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Haze, it seems, with the Shakespeare within
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Stage, film and television, twenty four seven on the...
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Larger Than Life
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Sonata Arctica |