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There are coffeeshop crusaders in the comic books in my head.
I didn't have the justice league or the avengers by my bed.
No I had reality to contend with, and reasons to cope.
My heroes didn't wear capes, they wore hope.

There's a guitar wielding badass who wears red-flamed boots.
And a matador who grabs life by the horns, and a voice that rings truth.
A wizard on the keys with a cowboy hat.
And a kilt wearing gentleman with tools that go clack, clack, clack.

No, I haven't forgotten the cellist - I only had four lines.
So she gets two to herself, string-awesomeness defined.
And all together they made the team that I could look up to.
Great role models through and through.

And I needed hope the most.
I didn't have much of myself to show.

But there's something magical about heroes being real.
If they fall they'll be human and you learn how to deal.
There are lessons you won't learn in a comic book.
When the path you wanted isn't the one you took.

They pulled me in, they called me their friend.
I didn't expect it, but hey, what the heck.
More than mentors or teachers, they weren't like the rest.
I put on my cape, and I became the sidekick.

But my cape it hid the scars.
And I smiled from afar.

My heroes were glorious, I didn't fit in.
And when I felt myself falter, my world started to spin.
Fell down the barrel, fault no comic book villain.
I cried out quietly and lost all feeling.

And they scrambled to their feet, all on alert.
My heroes saved the day, like some cliche comic trope.
I couldn't be prouder or thankful of their hold.
I no longer wear a cape, I wear hope.

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from Muse in the Misery, released February 11, 2020

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