November
30 December 2008
Where have all the good men gone and where are all the God's? Where's the street-wise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon the fiery streed? Late at night I toss and turn
Somewhere after midnight in my wildest fantasy Somewhere just beyond my reach, there's someone reaching back for me racing on the thunder and rising with the heat, it's gonna take a superman to sweep
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