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I don't want to be a hero, to have the world on my shoulders I'm content with applauding, with sitting at home Tights are uncomfortable, and capes I would trip on I hardly have the physique to pull off skin-strangling suits But show me a puzzle, and I'll help you solve it Show me a stain and I might just remove it I don't want to be a role model, to have my face in someone's Bible If I die and at least you shed a tear, then that's all the immortality I'll need That's all the eternity I'll ever deserve May my epitaph be a dream no one remembers May my memory be a smile splayed on your face
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