| Alycia stands behind me, ties black ribbon in my hair
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| The sound of heavy boots is slowly pounding up the stairs
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| The organ pours out slow and soothing old and rugged hymns
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| I long to find some comfort but my sorrow won’t give in
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| This is the coldest winter in a thousand freezing years
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| And if I started crying, I could never stop the tears
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| You don’t know what you’ve done
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| Not here to see the repercussions of your love
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| You don’t know what you’ve done, you’re not my hero anymore
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| Times is slowing down like a river clogged with mud
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| People gather 'round me, some friends and other’s blood
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| The trumpeter stars playing Taps, the soldiers fire their guns
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| The folding of the flag makes the tears come in a flood
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| You don’t know what you’ve done
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| Not here to see the repercussions of your love
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| You don’t know what you’ve done, you’re not my hero anymore
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| No one would say you were an easy man
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| No you were hard and stubborn and plain
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| And I’m tired of being held back at arm’s length
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| Tired, tired and something’s gotta change
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| You don’t know what you’ve done
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| I didn’t break, no I’ve grown strong
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| You don’t know what you’ve done, you’re not my hero
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| You’re not my hero anymore, anymore, anymore
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| You’re not my hero anymore
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| Not here to see the repercussions of your love
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| You’re not my hero anymore, anymore, anymore |