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lyrics
Maybe it was a rock that fell from the sky
Or maybe it was a writer from the New York Times
But now you bear the mark
Yeah there's a special spark
When you enter the room
But it's got nothing to do with you
Yeah now you've been tagged, now you're it
Son, can you tell the folks at home how it feels
To be such a hit?
And you'll flash your trademarked grin
Say "Well I was just born to win"
And when you lie awake counting cracks
You just keep telling yourself that
Now all the king's lawyers and all the king's men
They could not put your career back together ever again
And it's your final cue when the curtain falls on you
And now you can try and put back
Every pretty thing they cracked
Maybe it was a rock that fell from the sky
Or maybe it was a writer from the New York Times
But now you bear no mark
No there's no special spark
When you enter a room
But it's got nothing to do with you