I am kinda proud of these
Just like superheroes
Oh do you remember the glorious days
Wherever the fuck you are now
When we would wear leggings and look like gays
But back then we were ordinary superheroes
Back then we did not know impossible
Or forbidden or dangerous
We flew from roof to roof and from second floors
And we felt just like superheroes.
These cloaks we’ve made of your sister’s dress
Where are they now, can anybody guess?
I would go through your house’s bins
Just to find them and remember where we used to be
As the years go by I am scared more and more
Am I going to loose my powers, are you sure?
What was the thing, about you and me
That made us feel just like superheroes?
(I feel creepy inside I have no will to fly
I can’t stand what I used to stand anymore
Instead of fighting the evil I sit down and cry
Do you know I am in such a sore?) /this one will not be used in the song/
/refs?/
Where are the cloaks and where are the boys
The lads, the chaps with high pitched voice
The trees we robbed the walnuts from
On which we sat, oh so troublesome
Where are the gloves and where are the boys
When we split up, was it really our choice?
Was it the supervillain and the goblins of his
Or mum when found out we ruined dress of your sis?
Where are the masks and where are the boys
Where are the nights filled with emergency noise
Our secret plans and signs and language we’ve made up
The poison we’ve mixed of soda and vinegar in a plastic cup?
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