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The Script – Hall of Fame (2012)

The Script – Hall of Fame (2012)

Yeah, you can be the greatest, you can be the best
You can be the King Kong bangin’ on your chest
You can beat the world, you can beat the war
You can talk to God, go bangin’ on his door
You can throw your hands up, you can beat the clock (Yeah)
You can move a mountain, you can break rocks
Some will call it practice, some will call it luck
But either way you’re going to the history book
Standin’ in the Hall of Fame (Yeah)
And the world’s gonna know your name (Yeah)
‘Cause you burn with the brightest flame (Yeah)
And the world’s gonna know your name (Yeah)
And you’ll be on the walls of the Hall of Fame
You can go the distance, you can run the mile
You can walk straight through hell with a smile
You can be a hero, you can get the gold
Breakin’ all the records they thought never could be broke (Yeah)
Do it for your people, do it for your pride
How you ever gonna know if you never even try?
Do it for your country, do it for your name
‘Cause there’s gon’ be a day, when you’re
Standin’ in the Hall of Fame (Yeah)
And the world’s gonna know your name (Yeah)
‘Cause you burn with the brightest flame (Yeah)
And the world’s gonna know your name (Yeah)
And you’ll be on the walls of the Hall of Fame
On the walls of the hall of fame
Be students, be teachers
Be politicians, be preachers
Yeah
Be believers, be leaders
Be astronauts, be champions
Be truth-seekers
Be students, be teachers
Be politicians, be preachers
Yeah
Be believers, be leaders
Be astronauts, be champions
Standing in the hall of fame (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the world’s gonna know your name (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
‘Cause you burn with the brightest flame (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the world’s gonna know your name (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And you’ll be on the walls of the hall of fame
You could be the greatest, you can be the best
You can be the King Kong banging on your chest
You could beat the world, you could beat the war
You could talk to God, go banging on his door
You can throw your hands up, you can beat the clock
You can move a mountain, you can break rocks
Some will call it practice, some will call it luck
But either way you’re going to the history books
Standing in the hall of fame

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