| It’s never been the same since you returned from dreamin'
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| With your nursery rhyme excuses your picture postcards gleamin'
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| Tellin' everyone who looks your way 'bout people and their sinnin'
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| While you left field verse is fallin' in proportion to your winnin'
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| And I can’t be your hero today
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| I’m through with the simple games you play
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| It just may take some time for me to even up the score
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| But I can’t be your soldier home from war
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| And there you sit shouting that there’s still hope for us
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| While nature holds the handcuffs on a Capricorn and Taurus
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| There’s nothing you can do or say to get me to your camp
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| Go fill up all your savings books and buy yourself a lamp
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| And I can’t be your hero today
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| Your wholesale price is much to high to pay
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| A bargain basement atmosphere is no way to sell love
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| And I can’t be your Superman above
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| No I can’t be your hero today
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| That is all I really want to say
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| Go find a leading man who wants to play
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| And I can’t be your hero today |