I'm one of those things you'll save forever and never need Like an old newspaper no one has time to read This child has grown into a dead end Since I lost the power to pretend
CHORUS But it's all right Thats who I am inside Not much to say on this non-toxic Ordinary day
That's no superhero standing right in front of us So take this pocket full of kryptonite And beat it back to Metropolis There's only room for one on this microphone In my finest hour I'm still alone
CHORUS
But old news can change As memories float downstream So don't judge me by my failures But only by my dreams
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