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The horror, it was Zorro |
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He was wearin' a mask |
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I was out with my folks |
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And we was havin' a laugh |
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We didn't do this too often, |
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mingle with the proletariats |
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folks were old money |
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And too often they were scaredy cats |
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Always goin' out |
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Leavin' me with the help |
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Always raising funds |
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And I'm left by myself |
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They saw that I was missin out |
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On being a kid |
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Dad said we're going out |
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And I'm flippin' my lid |
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I was lost in the dark |
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like that time in the cave |
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Surrounded by bats |
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Alone and afraid |
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Big Z on my screen |
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Meant dueling and danger |
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Someone so evil |
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Can focus their anger |
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A hero that sent the injust to their ruin |
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A mask to protect from people pursuin' |
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A cape to conceal a collection of tricks |
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And eveything black, on this he insists |
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I am the Batman |
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I jump up and then I land |
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You don't know what I got in my hand |
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The shape of a bat you go "SPLAT!" and "KABLAM!" |
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I am the Dark Knight |
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I do whats right, but I do it out of spite |
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Don't look quite right if you turn on the light |
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I'll land with a boom, which goon wanna fight? |
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Dad had the limo out back |
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I was sacked out cause I'm a little lad |
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Don't wanna be older, head's on a shoulder |
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I heard a loud sound, and I went on the ground |
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It was sad... and my father was dead |
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My mother was screamin' till she was shot in the head. |
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See pearls in a puddle that was suddenly red |
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The memory gets muddled except what the man said |
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"Ever dance with the Devil |
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In the pale moon light?" |
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A riddle I'll remember |
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For the rest of my life |
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This killer was a chiller |
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I was froze to the bone |
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Alfred found me, I was howlin' |
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Like a pup on his own |
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I made a promise to my parents |
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In the circle of light |
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I would vanquish evil in a cape |
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Maybe some tights |
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I didn't know how I would do it |
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Or which form I would take |
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I just knew it was a creature |
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Only I could create |
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I am the Batman |
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I jump up and then I land |
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You don't know what I got in my hand |
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The shape of a bat you go "SPLAT!" and "KABLAM!" |
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I am the Dark Knight |
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I do whats right, but I do it out of spite |
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Don't look quite right if you turn on the light |
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I'll land with a boom, which goon wanna fight? |
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... |
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... pack plenty of socks |
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brought a legion of luggage |
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drug it down to the docks |
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But I gave them the slip |
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Stowed away on a freight |
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I was pissed with being rich |
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Life's a bitch, so they say |
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Foreign land, with the plan |
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and the knowledge within |
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for soon I'd be a man |
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that would need to begin |
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This quest to be best |
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And defend the opressed |
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Packed in the projects |
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Like objects and pests |
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I'd have to return |
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But for now, I would train |
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I learned tracking and hunting |
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On the African plains |
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In China learned Tao |
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Japan, I learned Jiu Jitsu |
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Don't believe you would bleed |
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Well let me convince you |
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Nerve pinch, in a pinch |
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... |
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Used the Quivering Palm |
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In a fight take a life |
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Over a hundred forms |
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Of hand-to-hand anguish |
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Rosetta stone to the dome |
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Learned every language |
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Studied shadow with ninjas |
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disguise and escape |
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Learned boxing, detoxing |
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Concealing with capes |
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Went to Cambridge, ... |
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But never for too long |
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'Fore the end of the semester |
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I would have to be gone |
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Came home to forgotten |
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Gothem's so rotton and twisted |
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Came home to my mansion |
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It's a vast stash of riches |
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Brooding in the darkness |
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With a bust of my father |
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A bat through the window |
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A question of honor |
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I am the Batman |
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I jump up and then I land |
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You don't know what I got in my hand |
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The shape of a bat you go "SPLAT!" and "KABLAM!" |
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I am the Dark Knight |
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I do whats right, but I do it out of spite |
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Don't look quite right if you turn on the light |
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I'll land with a boom, which goon wanna fight? |