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Hero, Hero [Japan CD] (Judas Priest) · Hero, Hero (Judas Priest) · Hero, Hero (Judas Priest) · The Golden Age of Light Music: Travellin' Light - Great American Light Orchestras, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Blue Light, Red Light (Harry Connick, Jr.) · Light Years: The Very Best of Electric Light Orchestra (Electric Light Orchestra) · Walk the Dog & Light the Light (Laura Nyro) · No Light, No Light [Karl Lagerfield Edition] (Florence + the Machine) · No Light, No Light (Florence + the Machine) · No Light, No Light (Off the Record) – and 90 other albums »


the silver light
This is the hero come tonight
And taking her hand, he leads her through
Who knows what this night will do?

[Chorus x 2] 
 
Blue, blue
I'm Flash, I'm the hero
I'm the bopper who's the poppa of the crew
I'm Flash, and I fight evil
And my spaceship flies the red, white and blue
I'm
personal
The garbage was whiter than white
The villain mostly dark
The hero was enlightened by light
Dogs began to bark

I was just a hero of the human
Looking down I watch the night
Running from the sun
Orphan stars and city lights
Fading one by one
Oh sweet memories
I call on you now
Two too
from the corner of their eyes
Talking of some hero's latest crime
Then they leave the circle one by one, once in a while
If you want to keep it going,
through me
Straight on through the dead of night
Her face is painted white
By these street lights
They hold you down so tight
And like hounds they bite
light,
And underscores our responsibility and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot.
bone against steel 
With casino lights up a shimmering 
We made that Vegas stop 
And we laughed away our blues 
Now here's the good news 
Rufus
With a steel guitar in the neon lights

I got a little too loud
I got a little too proud
Sung every song in the book
By the way things look
I
Remember the times
When we were young and wild
The beautiful times
Under blue blue skies

Now the years have gone by
And we realized
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
mighty like a knockout, baby 
You're desperate like a rose 
And you stumble in to the spot light 
And you watch the crowd grow 

But my hero said,
Got a picture of your house, 
And your standing by the door,
Its black and white and faded, 
And its looking pretty worn. 

See the factory that
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
a black-and-white TV in the middle of the night 
I'm lying on the floor, I'm bathed in blue light 
The telecast's in Spanish, I can understand some 
And I need
cats and dogs here in atlanta for the 44th day. and in national sports today, andre rison of the atlanta falcons is regarded as america's sports hero, by
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
wonder, I take my place with the lord of the hills
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured
In neat little rows sporting canvas frills
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
the clouds on loud
I got raised by the blue street lights of four cities
My heros died in prison: George Jackson
Action, she's Buttaflyin, I'm cool eyein
And I
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I