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The hero's eyes sparkle and glitter
The words they say resonate and flutter
Many a heartbeat
Off their pedestal
Fall all the way down
All that glitters aint gold

Can I have your autograph
Can I, Can I
i look up to you
I want to be you
Go away with the eyes
No words are wasted
What do I want anymore
I will always remember
I will never regret

The lights come alive
Flickering colours, spectrum illumination
Life is real isn't it? Life is real?
Is the money worth it
To live like a hamster in a cage
Is your housedust made of gold
Did you get where you are by selling your soul
As the snow falls
And the boy takes the slow walk home

V Topp




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