Well! Didn't you look sharp with your boots when you met me on the path? Oh,
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From two-tone to downtown Beirut, but only half-way back, oh,
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Stealing bits of wisdom from the shelf,
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Turned prisons into prisms on the self, oh, oh!
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And what do they know about the springtime of me and you, oh,
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Born in the midst of the long hot summer we lived through? Oh,
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Did they see you run for every rhyme?
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Did we run for running out of time? Oh, oh!
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When even heroes have to die?
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No one lives forever, Love,
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No one's wise to try,
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Adding our own wisdom to the shelf
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And stealing bits of paper, we had health, oh, oh!
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But working away, did we miss the passing of the time? Oh,
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In your own flame you can with, though your passions still outshine, oh,
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And did you read the writing on the wall
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Prophesying a doom upon us all? Oh, oh!
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That even heroes have to die?
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No one lives forever, Love,
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No one's wise to try,
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But hidden in the writing on the wall--
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Many are the beauties of the fall.
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Even Heroes Have To Die
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| Ted Leo & The Pharmacists |
