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Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Wheres the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isnt there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need
I need a hero
I'm holding out for at hero 'till the end of the night
He's gotta be a clone
And he's gotta be thick skinned
And he's gotta be unafraid of fireice[/b]
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