| He used to be kind of a happy guy
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| Then one day he said goodbye
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| To the person he used to be
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| And grew wings to set himself free
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| He flew away from all of us
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| Away from what he once was
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| A charade of phony smiles
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| He’s now a case in the X-Files
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| And the chain around his neck is a reminder: a symbol of liberty
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| How free he once was in our society
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| He spends the day leaving his white mark on the statues of great men
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| 'Cause he remembers how he used to hate them
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| He flies by outside my window
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| There are not many of his kind
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| He flies by outside my window
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| He’s the hero of our time
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| He had a dream about this world
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| And the chain around his neck is a reminder: a symbol of liberty
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| How free he once was in our society
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| He spends the day leaving his white mark on the statues of great men
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| 'Cause he remembers how he used to hate them
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| He flies by outside my window
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| There are not many of his kind
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| He flies by outside my window
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| He’s the hero of our time |