sleepwalking through the all-nite drugstore
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baptized in flourescent light
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i found religion in the greeting card aisle
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now i know hallmark was right
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and every pop song on the radio
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is suddenly speaking to me
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yeah, art may imitate life
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but life imitates t.v.
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'cuz you've been gone exactly two weeks
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two weeks and three days
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and let's just say that things look different now
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different in so many ways
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i used to be a superhero
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no one could touch me
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not even myself
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you are like a phone booth
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i somehow stumbled into
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and now look at me
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i am just like everybody else
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if i was dressed in my best defenses
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would you agree to meet me for coffee
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if i did my tricks with smoke and mirrors
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would you still know which one was me
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if i was naked and screaming
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on your front lawn
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would you turn on the light and come down
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screaming, there's the asshole
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who did this to me
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stripped me of my power
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stripped me down
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i used to be a superhero
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no one could touch me
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not even myself
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you are like a phone booth
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i somehow stumbled into
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and now look at me
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i am just like everybody else
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yeah you've been gone exactly two weeks
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two weeks and three days
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and now i'm a different person
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different in so many ways
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tell me what did you like about me
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don't say my strength and daring
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'cuz now i think i'm at your mercy
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and it's my first time for this kind of thing
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i used to be a superhero
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i would swoop down and save me
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from myself
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you are like a phone booth
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that i somehow stumbled into
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and now look at me
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i am just like everybody else
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i am worse than everybody else
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Superhero
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Ani DiFranco |