| When the house fell asleep
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| There was always a light
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| And it fell from the page to the eyes
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| Of an American boy
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| In a storybook land
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| I could dream what I read
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| When it went to my head I’d see
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| I wanna be a hero
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| But the practical side
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| Said the question was still
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| When you grow up what will you be?
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| I wanna be a hero
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| Hero
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| It’s a nice-boy notion that the real world’s gonna destroy
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| You know
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| It’s a Marvel comic book Saturday matinee fairytale, boy
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| Growing older you’ll find
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| That illusions are bought
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| And the idol you thought you’d be
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| Was just another zero
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| I wanna be a hero
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| Heroes died when the squealers bought 'em off
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| Died when the dealers got 'em off
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| Welcome to the «in it for the money as an idol» show
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| When they ain’t as big as life
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| When they ditch their second wife
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| Where’s the boy to go?
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| Gotta be a hero
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| Hero
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| It’s a nice-boy notion that the real world’s gonna destroy
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| You know
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| It’s a Marvel comic book Saturday matinee fairytale, boy
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| When the house fell asleep
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| From a book I was led
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| To a light that I never knew
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| I wanna be your hero
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| And he spoke to my heart
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| From the moment I prayed
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| Here’s a pattern I made for you
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| I wanna be your hero |