| And to me everyone of them was a hero
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| standing in the cold cold morning light
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| every single one of them was a hero
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| standing up for their rights.
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| And don’t let no-body tell you no different
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| no newspaper phoney or friend
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| 'cos when the book has finally been written
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| you know the Heroes always beat the villians in the end.
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| With head held high and proud, stand up and sing it loud
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| no tin pot tyrant, no self-made giant,
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| nothing’s gonna stop us now.
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| And the traitors who’s heads were turned
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| and who’s loyalty were misplaced
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| don’t have to say one single word
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| 'cos it’s written all over their face
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| and the leader will come in the last
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| and the last will win the race.
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| And the order will all be changing
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| when the Heroes finally take their rightful place.
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| With head held high and proud, stand up and sing it loud
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| no tin pot tyrant, no crack-pot giant,
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| nothing’s gonna stop us now.
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| One swallow don’t make a summer
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| one battle don’t win no war
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| one roll by the drummer
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| will soon settle the score
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| and the Heroes will come out fighting
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| like they’ve always done
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| shoulder to shoulder together,
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| line by line 'till the final victory is won.
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| With head held high and proud, stand up and sing it loud
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| no tin pot tyrant, no crack-pot giant,
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| nothing’s gonna stop us now.
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| Heroes |