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He dances over there On his own without a Thought Without a Care The music's moving his Muscles Drink's moving his lips Picks himself up when he slips Is he having fun? Or simply on a Trip That Guy isn't my Hero But he doesn't know his Head is Bleeding As it drips onto the floor His bodies here but his mind sure isn't His body's beaking down To the music blaring out From this part of town Bring me Down Too many voice in my head Stop me from doing the things I dread There's too much Garage and alot less Punk So I'll stick around Dance to these sounds So what if you stare Do you think I care? That Guy isn't my Hero! |