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Heroes

de Sunday Driver

Some people bottle their lives
Whisper their words
Sharpening their knives

In sorrow bound by her keep
Feeling my way
Who is ever really free?

One word, so clear
Now it's all that I want to hear
Come show your face
Oh mechanical angel

Inside this whirring machine
Ten thousand eyes
And nothing to be seen
Cold hands are turning the wheel
Spin me a name
All I ever really feel

One voice, so clear
Now it's all that I want to hear
Come show your face
Oh mechanical angel

One word, one voice
So clear
Now it's all that I want to hear
Come show your face
My invisible angel

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