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Where have all the good men gone
and where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules
to fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

Larger than life

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 me off my feet

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero!
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life!

I need a hero!
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I could swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me (újé!)

Through the wind end the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like a fire in my blood

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero!
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero!
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life

I need a hero!
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night

| anna | 17:18 |

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Það eru engir smá skór sem þú ætlar draumprinsinum að fylla út í

Nr. 1 | posted by: Þór | 10.11.2005 | 17:35:26 | [+] |

Þegar maður les þennan texta dettur manni strax í hug It Ain't Me Babe með Bob Dylan

Nr. 2 | posted by: Kalli | 10.11.2005 | 17:42:51 | [+] |

and trust me on this.. it ain't him.

Nr. 3 | posted by: anna | 10.11.2005 | 17:43:52 | [+] |

Fúttlús rúlar

Nr. 4 | posted by: Emli | 11.11.2005 | 14:37:32 | [+] |

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