| You wouldn’t know it to look at me,
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| but I’m a superhero
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| I’ve got x-ray vision and everything.
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| My frail frame belies my strength
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| I can lift tall buildings
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| with one hand tied behind my back.
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| But the morning after each episode
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| I wake up at home, alone.
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| Despite my mediocre looks,
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| I’m daily dared by damsels
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| to fight international crime.
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| In the end I always win the day
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| I save the world, I get my girl.
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| But the morning after each episode
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| I wake up at home, alone.
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| The comfort of knowing that
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| I’ve saved you all wears thin.
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| My superhuman efforts largely go unrewarded.
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| The government won’t take my phone calls.
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| On my days off I hang around the centre of town,
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| but I don’t get stopped.
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| But the morning after each episode
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| I wake up at home, alone.
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| The comfort of knowing that
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| I’ve saved you all wears thin.
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| The day after each episode
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| I wake up and wish that I
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| wouldn’t be expected to get out of bed and help mankind.
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| I’d comb my hair a little differently and put on some glasses,
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| find somewhere to hide,
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| tell the United Nations they’ve got the wrong number and I’d live a quiet life.
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| And I’d live a quiet life. |