They called him crazy on the streets, young and angry, one bad seed
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He wore the colors of his call, he'd be the baddest of them all
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Shoot out came down in a police raid
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By a Smith & Wesson .38 at 17 he met his fate
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Chorus:
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Fallen hero, what were you trying to prove?
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Fallen hero, all you got was front page news
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It's too late, tough break, read your epitaph
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Fallen hero, how many others will follow in your path?
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He had a lady, now she cries alone
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It would come to this, she's always known
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She remembers how he used to say, there ain't no future anyway
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Sirens echo in the night, now his name is the battle cry
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Of another boy who lives to die
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chorus
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And so the story lives on of how his glory was won
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And no lesson ever learned of the tragedies to come
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(Solo)
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Sirens echo in the night, now his name is the battle cry
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Of another boy who lives to die
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chorus repeats out...
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Fallen Hero
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Vixen |