| You must be getting pretty tired
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| Of the man who once inspired you
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| Going back on what he asked you to believe
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| All the promises of power
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| From his glittering ivory tower
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| Where’s the height that he once told you you’d achieve?
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| Those other men believe what you and I will never see
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| But I say why believe in place of proof?
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| Let those others keep on praying
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| You know I’m only saying
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| What the others are afraid might be the truth
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| Well, they say nothing grows
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| 'Til the oak has hit the ground
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| So let’s clear the way, my boys
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| And let the giant come crashing down
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| Where are all the things you fought for?
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| All the dreams you shed your blood for?
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| Are they shabby now and fraying at the seems?
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| Was this your boyhood vision
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| To endure the world’s derision
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| While the culprit sits and laughs behind the scenes?
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| Well, they say nothing grows
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| 'Til the oak has hit the ground
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| So let’s clear the way, my boys
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| And let the giant come crashing down
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| Let us cleanse this force with fire
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| Strike the fool who leads the liar
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| Let it all come crumbling down
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| Like the firebird from the ashes
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| We will rise to lead the masses
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| The strongest will emerge to wear the crown
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| Well, they say nothing grows
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| 'Til the oak has hit the ground
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| So let’s clear the way, my boys
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| And let the giant come crashing down |