| He’s only five and the day arrives
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| As he heads off to school
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| His mother smiles and waves goodbye
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| Thats what mother’s do
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| He’ll never see the tears she cries
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| It’s like any other day
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| She just walks away
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| Ordinary heroes
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| There’s one on every street
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| You might not recognise them
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| 'Cause they’re just like you and me
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| Ordinary Heroes
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| You may not know their names
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| 'Cause they don’t make the healines
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| But they’re gonna save the day
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| Seventeen the lights are green
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| Racing through the town
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| Like movie scenes from magazines
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| Radio up loud
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| His head explodes with tortured dreams
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| And broken ties at home
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| While she waits alone
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| Ordinary heroes
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| There’s one on every street
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| You might not recognise them
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| 'Cause they’re just like you and me
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| Ordinary heroes
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| You may not know their names
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| 'Cause they don’t make the healines
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| But they’re gonna save the day
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| Born to live through joy and madness
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| We all suffer love and grief
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| Sometimes doubt what’s inside
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| And we don’t always see
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| Ordinary heroes
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| There’s one on every street
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| You might not recognise them
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| 'Cause they’re just like you and me
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| Ordinary heroes
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| You may not know their names
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| 'Cause they don’t make the healines
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| But they’re gonna save the day |