| I’m pondering on a scenario in which I am the hero
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| It’s something I am prone to
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| Just pondering on scenarios in which I am the hero
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| And somehow I ride to the rescue
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| I’m walking past a house on Nether Street
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| When all of a sudden the whole of the second floor goes up in flames
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| Little Tommy’s on his own today
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| And no one else can hear his calls
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| By some twist of fate his door’s locked
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| But from somewhere I summon the strength of a god
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| Even lose a little blood
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| As we’re diving from the hall
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| The house begins to fall
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| I’m pondering on a scenario in which I am the hero
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| It’s something I am prone to
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| Just pondering on scenarios in which I am the hero
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| And somehow I ride to the rescue
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| I’m on a late night bus from Angel
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| And three big drunken guys start picking on a girl
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| While mere mortals stare at freesheets
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| I’m rising to my feet as I command them to cease
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| Now I’ve had no formal training
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| But my arms and legs let fly with all the precision of Jackie Chan or Bruce Lee
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| Now wouldn’t that be a sight to see?
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| And as they stumble out the doors
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| I’m taking the applause
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| I’m pondering on a scenario in which I am the hero
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| It’s something I am prone to
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| Just pondering on scenarios in which I am the hero
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| And somehow I ride to the rescue
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| I got your pain laid out before me
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| Like different outfits on a pre-party bed
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| At times like this, I’ve got no answers
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| If only there was something useful to be said
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| Then from the endless depths of nowhere
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| Golden words come tumbling, shimmering straight from my soul
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| Now wouldn’t that be a sight to behold?
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| That something I could say
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| Could get you through the day
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| I’m pondering on a scenario in which I am the hero
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| It’s something I am prone to
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| Just pondering on scenarios in which I am the hero
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| And somehow I ride to the rescue |