| Air thick with history tourists and chicory
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| Buildings are gorgeous shells of what used to be
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| I’m looking for something beyond architecture
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| Something bold and daring that’s when I met her
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| She worships the maiden of the French quarter
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| Same look on her face as Joan six centuries before her
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| She’s a poet, a Mother, a fighter, a freak
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| A tacky renegade in Mardi Gras beads
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| An everyday hero
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| Stumbling away
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| Every day hero
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| Makes me say
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| Fierce eyed beauty you’re so brave
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| Wish you fortune wish you grace
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| An eight year old busker is tapping away
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| Hopes his feet will carry him to New York someday
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| He’s the youngest of six and his momma prays
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| That he’ll be her savior her little lamb
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| An everyday hero
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| Making a wage
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| Everyday hero
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| Makes me say
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| Fresh faced beauty you’re so brave
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| Wish you fortune wish you fame
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| Three cheers for everyday heroes hey hey hey
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| Three cheers for everyday heroes hey hey hey
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| Three cheers for everyday heroes hey hey hey
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| In a city settled by artists and thieves
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| And others that fit in that category
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| I can’t say much about it cuz I didn’t stay long
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| Took a New Orleans left before I knew it the day was gone
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| Filled with everyday heroes filled with everyday heroes hey hey hey… |