Paint the town. Take a bow.
Thank everybody.
You're gonna do it again.
You are the few, the proud.
You are the antibody.
Mind soul, and zen.
And the world's a stage.
And the world's a faze.
And the end is near.
So push rewind.
Just in time.
Thank anybody.
You're gonna do it again.
The way the you walk.
It's just the way that you talk.
Like it ain't no thing.
And every single day is just a fling.
Then the morning come.
Take your knocks.
Shake them off.
Duck everybody.
You're gonna take them again.
You are you foe.
Your friend.
You are the paparazzi.
You are the tragedian.
And the world's a craze.
And the world's a faze.
And the end is near.
So push rewind.
Just in time.
Thank anybody.
You're gonna do it again.
The way the you walk.
It's just the way that you talk.
Like it ain't no thing.
And every single day is just a fling.
And when it comes it moves so slow.
Kinda like it's saying I told you so.
Looking back before she goes.
Tomorrow's gonna hurt.
And the world's a stage.
And the world's faze.
And the end is nera.
So push rewind.
Just in time.
Thank anybody.
It's just the way that you walk.
It's just the way that you talk.
Like it ain't no thing.
And every single day is just a fling.
Then the morning comes.
Writer(s): John Barry, Greg Camp
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