| Where have the heroes gone
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| Tell me where have the heroes gone
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| Where where where where have the heroes gone
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| Say it may be that it's us ourselves
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| Before when I was little
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| The world was definitely simpler
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| Because I only wanted to ride a tricycle anyway
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| And then go bolting with my dad
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| I liked applesauce and Kaiserschmarrn
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| Believed in goodness and Santa Claus
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| And it's always been very, very easy for me
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| Growing up wasn't planned
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| Because Mama could explain the world to me
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| But now that I'm getting older
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| I always feel the same emptiness
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| And really don't know how to help me
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| And even less the clod of earth I live on
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| This poor blue planet
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| At the sight of which even God rolls his eyes
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| Because he lacks the right faith
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| And believe me I can understand the old man
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| You only have to look at the whole thing
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| And you realize very quickly we have a damn problem
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| And nobody seems to care
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| Come on put on the cloak it's time to take care of the matter
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| What is left for us as now our man
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| May I introduce Moop Mama very pleasant
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| We'll change that in no time
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| And now look up is that ne flying saucer
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| Or a new American silver bullet
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| No, it's the Moop Mama logo in the sky
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| We don't have superpowers, but big ones...
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| Where have the heroes gone
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| Tell me where have the heroes gone
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| Where where where where have the heroes gone
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| Say it may be that it's us ourselves
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| Ok, now I'm getting into my thirties
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| Get a white hair every day
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| Why is that man I don't even know
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| I wake up and it's just there
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| Damn, I feel like I'm in a ghost train
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| Scared of myself in the morning in my bathroom
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| I see one who has nothing but doubt
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| No ideals no plan
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| And I'm not alone in this in my generation
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| That's not what evolution meant
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| Man: a fat and gluttonous animal
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| That chats until the spine degenerates
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| It's getting warmer, the penguins think it's really crappy
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| Because they suddenly sit in giant puddles of water and sweat
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| And we all prefer not to know about it
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| Frau Holle only shakes her head and no longer the pillows
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| And believe me I can understand the good woman
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| We really do look like shit from above
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| And young people are just making themselves comfortable on the couch
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| But this band is on its way
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| Here comes the first really new thing in a few years
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| Like a black president in the United States
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| Are you afraid you don't need to be
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| Because we only came to give you a blow job
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| And like this
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| Where have the heroes gone
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| Tell me where have the heroes gone
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| Where where where where have the heroes gone
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| Say it may be that it's us ourselves
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| Where where where where have the heroes gone
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| Tell me where have the heroes gone
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| Where where where where have the heroes gone
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| It's us |