Don't matter to me, does it?
What if after an hour there still is no power?Will they still follow?
Or will we all become what was hoped to be,
All of you and all of me.
A story to ourselves, a dream come true.
All of us and all of you.
When heroes are just what you read on a line,
How do you know who's hero? Yours, not mine.
The time is coming, you won't be able to stare, so please beware
When it comes to tomorrow, be sure you have clean clothes, maybe a chair.
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