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The soul of art's not in the names they Shout Or chasing praise that you can live without. It's just a shame to be on every tongue With no real legacy when your song's sung. You gotta live it true, Don't play a part, So the world around will open up its heart. And you will hear your future secret word. Through the flying mist of years, It will be heard. It's not the glory that can make you fly. We weren't born for that beneath this sky. Why keep old papers turning into dust? Your life's a story you must build with trust. You gotta live it true, yeah, Don't play a part, So the world around will open up its heart. Oh, and you will hear your future secret Word. Through the flying mist of years, It will be heard. Let pages stay within your book of fate, Uh, not papers hidden, Locked behind a gate. Oh, and others may just follow in your trace, But always stay true to your own time and Place. Don't draw a line between the rise and fall. Be real, be fire, standing proud and tall, Until the final clock makes its last call. Oh, You gotta live it true, hey, don't play a Part, don't play a part, so the world around Will open up its heart. Hey, you will hear, yeah, your future secret Word. Through the flying mist of years, It will be heard. You gotta live it true, ooh, don't play a Part, don't play a part, ooh, so the world Around will open up its heart, Yeah. And you will hear your future secret word. Through the flying mist of years, It will be heard.