| All of our heroes, they were forces to go
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| The wealth, strength, and glamour they were made of
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| Where is it now?
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| Profit, position, prestige, and name all that was valued
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| But was it again?
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| Seems I best refrain from all that nonsense that won’t remain
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| Seems like a crime, hands of time
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| Seems like a crime
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| All the kings and all the things they thought they possessed
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| As time ticks they soon realize, nothing could be kept
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| Even beauty of the body
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| Not to mention the strength of the strong
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| We were wrong, it’s gone, so tell me to whom did it belong?
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| Seems like a crime, hands of time
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| Seems like a crime
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| This world’s a mirage that we embrace with our love and energy
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| Collecting and protecting all that we see
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| It’s a suckers bet, we get upset
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| Filled with these and heartaches and regrets
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| The best investment I see: Something to hold on to permanently |