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there's a fine line
There is so much more at stake
Not all heroes wear a cape
It can really make or break
So read the signs
Then you will see
There's no

Baller on his way home lose the zone cause yo ego oozing outta your dome
Headshot, Gone,
Ain't No such thing as super heroes
Matter of fact You should Kill

triggered
By Boku no Hero
So I see your style’s more Boku no Pico
Sit around with your keyboard
That’s covered in cheetos
I eat like it’s Food Wars
And you

see more glory than when pastor speaks
Past defeat
Hustle by the numbers when my passion link
Culture departed
Kill each other who's the hardest
Victim

Guitar Solo: Marco
Guitar Solo: Mauro

No more I'll wonder at the sun rising from this waters deep
Trojan ships are sailing through heading for this land

The Waitress

Del Barber

Headwaters

2012

promised more
Her dreams, they fell asleep on the top bunk
And woke up on the floor

There ain't no good fight
Ain't no heroes
Ain't no bad man out

We get high to escape our minds
And die young but we dont know why
This life has never left us satisfied
Got no more tears to cry
The kids aren't

heroes wear capes I save your bae wearing bathing ape
Might wear a bally my fave too bait
Or put on a bape with a zipped up face
More time My kryptonite is

the situation of another
To be a brother, or sister
To anyone at all
We are capable of this, and so much more
We can understand the responsibility
That has been

comrades
No matter what age
Wipe away the tears
Locking horns with lady
Death grabbing fear by the jaw
Today's not the day babe
Backing off into the light

They'll tell you Jack Kerouac drank his life away
Squandered his promise mistreated his wife
Copped to the appetites more than his work
'Til his fear

the forces vying for the Elden Ring
Anguish they will bring

Yet maidenless you maunder here no more
The Lands Between shall tremble, stained by war

O Erdtree

Heaven's got heroes, heaven's got fools and heaven's got saints
But they ain't got no angels like the angel I got
I want to hold you forever girl, just give

and the dog will chase it's tail
But what is it's meaning, why do we even care
Night is blooming
Is there no end
Heroes fallen
Cursed by men
Sirens whisper
Hear

This is a record of mourning
A house of memory
This here will serve as a warning
Excess or anxiety

No more breaths in the morning
Breaths know not

To keep making money from
Producing more tracks the game is a sham
Turning the artists who challenged
To sacrificial lambs
The labels and devils are shaking

So how else can I breath I got no more options
And how else can I see when I see no options
And I don't want the sea I just want the ocean
So put it

ways for some real freedom
No more fake love, we need real healing
This some real talk, we been needin
Please no more cryin, it's these legends dying
I

James Larkin

The Dubliners

The Best of Dubliners [Culture Club]

2000

little then he'd ask for more

In the month of August the boss man told us
No union man for him could work
We stood by Larkin and told the boss man

I watched as my parents dreams got foreclosed 
Thought of my appearance can we afford clothes
Crazy to be a teen more ashamed to be seen in your

The Gunner's Dream

Pink Floyd

The Final Cut [Bonus Track]

1983

speak out loud about your doubts and fears
And what's more, no one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
You can

of tempo):
“AND SO GOOD HEROES, ONCE YOU HAVE DRIED,
I WILL ESCORT YOU, BEAMING WITH PRIDE.
FOR NOW WE HAVE NO REASON TO HIDE…”


All:
“FOR PEACE HAS BEEN

denied
Protest songs cause I see wrong
Most of my heroes still don't
Appear on no stamp
So I rant, even when they say I can't
I rise against, rage against

reality is faster than
Your third eye vision?
And our life is way more than
What we see and we hearing?
When our heroes and our
Heroines all on heroine
Our