| Cold sweat dreaming, am I awake? |
| I feel drained
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| With fevered screaming, my thoughts, they break, I am pained
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| Lights are flickering down the wall and my eyes, they burn
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| An angel’s voice then starts to talk, hypnotized, my head I turn
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| I have started many miles away
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| To find our hero and to finally lead him astray
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| Oh, is it me they call hero?
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| Oh, is it me they await?
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| Oh, is it me they call hero?
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| Heroes are there to change fate
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| Wheezing winds slit my ears, it’s hard to breathe
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| My eyes, they water, my eyelids hurt, it’s hard to see
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| Try to figure out the way, I am flying
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| What’s this journey all about? |
| Again the angel heaves a sigh
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| I have started many miles away
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| To find our hero and to finally lead him astray
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| Oh, is it me they call hero?
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| Oh, is it me they await?
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| Oh, is it me they call hero?
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| Heroes are there to change fate
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| Yeah, it is me they call hero
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| Yeah, it is me they await
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| Yeah, it is me they call hero
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| Heroes are there to change fate
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| Yeah, it is me they call hero
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| Yeah, it is me they await
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| Yeah, it is me they call hero
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| Heroes are there to change fate |