| You can’t take a trip
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| If you don’t first say goodbye
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| You can’t find a star
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| If you don’t look up in the sky
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| You can’t find a light
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| If you don’t know where the dark ends
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| And you can’t change the heroes and friends
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| You can’t light a spark
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| If you don’t first carry a flame
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| You can’t take the weight
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| Of a single ounce of shame
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| You can’t change the signal
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| Just the message that it sends
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| The message of the heroes and friends
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| You can touch the screen
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| It can take the place of love
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| You can disappear in ether
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| When pushes come to shove
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| And you can walk the night
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| Into the dawn
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| And back again
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| Looking for the heroes and friends
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| You can ride the back roads
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| Of the hometowns of the world
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| You can collide on sidewalks
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| In a neon light of blur
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| You can rush the stages
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| And believe the words again
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| Looking for the heroes and friends
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| You can dedicate your life
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| To breaking down the walls
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| To ringing the alarm
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| And screaming down the halls
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| You can stand in judgement
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| Of the meaning in the end
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| Then we are all just heroes and friends
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| Oh…
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| Oh…
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| Oh…
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| Oh…
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| Yeah…
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| (Oh…)
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| (Oh…)
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| Looking for the heroes and friends
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| (Oh…)
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| Oh…
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| Yeah…
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| (Oh…)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Why do we sacrifice our lives?
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| To what is left when it all ends
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| When all we want is heroes and friends |