| He’s a leader, talks of freedom
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| He knows the power of the Big Idea
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| He’s a dealer, he’s a seeker
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| Of the power that comes from fear
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| He gave his life to the party machine
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| Holding on to a secret dream
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| He knows better than anyone
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| Power comes from the barrel of a gun
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| And he’s rising up against them now
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| And he’s rising up in country and town
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| Rising up against them now, rising up
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| The revolution will eat its children
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| I see the river of dreams run dry
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| I’m so thankful I got to love you
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| You are the reason I survive
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| The promise of a better life for all
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| The promise of freedom from hunger and war
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| So many rose up to answer the call
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| And so many are no longer here at all
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| The hopes of yesterday drowning in shifting sands
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| ‘cause something strange is going on across the land
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| Preaching water but drinking wine
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| Power gets us every time
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| The more things change
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| The more they stay the same
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| And they’re rising up against him now
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| And they’re rising up in country and town
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| And they’re rising up, rising up
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| The revolution will eat its children
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| I see the river of dreams run dry
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| I’m so thankful I got to love you
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| You are the reason I survive
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| Free them from this hunger
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| Free! |