| He doesn’t fight crime or wear a cape
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| He doesn’t read minds or levitate
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| But every time my world needs saving, he’s my superman
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| Some folks don’t believe in heroes 'cause they haven’t met my dad
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| He loves his workshop and rock and roll
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| He’s got a hot rod and a heart of gold
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| And you could say he’s a man of few words, but he talks a lot within
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| And even though I’m a little taller, I still look up to him
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| He built me a house in the arms of a tree
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| He taught me to drive, and to fight, and to dream
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| When he looks in my eyes I hope he can see
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| That my dad’s a hero to me
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| Rust-ridden fenders, and doors full of dings
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| Somehow he can fix about anything
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| I didn’t think he knew how to cry till our dog died that year
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| He doesn’t always say I love you, but I can hear him loud and clear
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| He built me a house in the arms of a tree
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| He taught me to drive, and to fight, and to dream
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| When he looks in my eyes I hope he can see
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| That my dad’s a hero to me
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| He built me a house in the arms of a tree
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| He taught me to drive, and to fight, and to dream
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| When he looks in my eyes I hope he can see
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| That my dad’s a hero to me
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| My dad’s a hero to me
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| My dad’s a hero to me |