I was meant for the stage, I was meant for the curtain. I was meant to tread these boards, Of this much I am certain.
I was meant for the crowd, I was meant for the shouting. I was meant to raise these hands With quiet all about me. Oh, Oh.
Mother, please be proud. Father, be forgiving. Even though you told me 'Son, you'll never make a living.' Oh, oh.
From the floorboards to the flys, Here I was fated to reside. And as I take my final bow, Was there ever any doubt? And as the spotlights fade away, And you're escorted through the foyer, You will resume your callow ways, But I was meant for the stage.
The heavens at my birth Intended me for stardom, Rays of light shone down on me And all my sins were pardoned.
I was meant for applause. I was meant for derision. Nothing short of fate itself Has affected my decision. Oh, oh.
And from the floorboards to the flys, Here I was fated to reside. And as I take my final bow, Was there ever any doubt? And as the spotlights fade away, And you're escorted through the foyer, You will resume your callow ways, But I was meant for the stage.
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