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Posterity

Some people wanna be somebody
 Nobody wants to be a nobody
  Everyone 
  Could be anyone

Some get lucky
 some get laid
  some go free and some want to get paid
  That's how we're all made

Some live in a storm of wild delight
Some will play with fire, 'til it burns too bright.

But be you rich, or poor, or royal
 No matter how you toil
  you cannot foil
  this mortal coil

We are not built, 
 that we can last
  Soon our future is our past
  For the die is cast

No one lives for ever, we're pretty sure
But we endeavor to endure

Posterity
Posterity
Posterity
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Is this our fate
 Is that our lot
  Do all our treasures count for nought
  Are all our songs forgot

But what is lost
 If we are free
 If we are not, then what are we
 But vanity

The here and now has been and gone
And anything that's left will not be long

Posterity
Posterity
Posterity
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Posterity