There are heroes out there like you
That go from door to door searching for clues
The doorbell blues are tough breaks for the heart
The knocks to the floor mats are a good place to start
Social situations make me nervous
And the white in my hair grows
I'm here to do you a service
I'm here to let you know what needs to be known
I'm not here to preach
Give me a moment of your time to teach
There's a light in the eyes of few who truly know what we do
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