Paroles Secret Identity de Kirby Krackle

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I tuck my kids in to bed and kiss my wife on the head
I got a serious smile cuz tonight I clean the streets
I'm not talking about Dial

Spend the week wearing ties, walk the dog late at night
I take my daily run and when the weekend arrives
I'm kicking asses for fun
I put food on the table
Some would say that I'm unstable, now

Secret identity, nobody knows but me
Patrolling the city streets, my ear to the ground
Secret identity, no HR harassing me
I be what I want to be when the weekend comes 'round

When the sun hits the sky it seems I've just closed my eyes
And I can hear the sound, morning cartoons, Saturday's come around
Smell of coffee and eggs, lists of chores to be made
It's just my weekend style, nights for bustin' heads
Days for Target and while I'm fine with washing dishes
Yeah I still have dreams and wishes, now

Secret identity, nobody knows but me
Patrolling the city streets, my ear to the ground
Secret identity, no HR harassing me
I be what I want to be when the weekend comes 'round

Rain or shine, I'm on time
I love the glow of the city lights
Tickin' clock, and what's at stake
No pension plan or 15 minute break

I know the day will come when I
No longer can swing across the sky
But I'm hanging on until the years decide
That I should end the fight and live a simple life
But for now I've got a

Secret identity, nobody knows but me
Patrolling the city streets, my ear to the ground
Secret identity, no HR harassing me
I be what I want to be when the weekend comes 'round

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