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Heroes falling to the ground
Like hell's magnet
Pulls me down
On my knees
I try to please his eyes
His idol eyes
Jerking motions won't revive him
Mouth to mouth resusitation [sic]
I just lay down beside him
And idolize
Motor, motor
Broken hearted
Rusted, rotted
Falling apart
A lock of hair
A belt he wore
It's not enough
I want more
God give me his soul
God give me his soul
Heroes falling to the ground
Like hell's magnet
Pulls me down
On my knees
I try to please his eyes
His idol eyes
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Posted: 27.07.2004