I'm not your hero so unfortunately I had to get a job

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I have nine scars on my hand
I am a hard working man
Or at least i thought
Until I met that girl named Jazz
She work two jobs and go to class
Party's hard and never crash
And she insists on watching my back
I love her
I want to repay her favors
But unfortunately I am not the flavor she favors
Who could blame her
She is electric to my laser
Im no good without her
She's better off without me
I couldn't become your hero
I am so sorry

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