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What makes you so divine

Is it your ruthless ambition

Is it your insane desire

Or your singular vision

If you can symbolise the stars

In sixteen bars, with two guitars

You must think you are a magician



What makes you so divine

Is it the way you aim so high

You have one eye on the part of the sky that you plan to occupy

And the other, on the state of the art that you create

You speak of fame, you speak of fate, and you just wait



What makes you so divine

How would you define your worth

Where will you find the time

To inherit all the earth

Who will you have to love

If you leave my love behind



What makes you so divine

Is it all the time you kill

You say one day you'll be a?

And reward it, and maybe you will

I wouldn't be surprised, you're idle,

But your idolised,

There is no prize for standing so still,

Oh no darling there is no prise for standing so still



What makes you so divine

What should you be famous for

Should I run and join the line of fans

The stands at your front door

Am I the only woman here

Who hasn't lost her mind



What makes you so divine

Is there something that you do

Can you maintain your hearty

Till the world can come to you

How day you be so sure

You're some god of mine



What makes you so divine

You think you could hurt me twice

I really hope the soul you sold

Reached a reasonable price

Do you consider this to be

And insult, or a sign



What makes you so divine

Is there something the eye can see

Cause I will die to be like you

I don't wanna be someone like me

I can only stare at the receding form

Of your ascending star

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But I am torn by my jealousy

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