| She’s holding a torch in her hand
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| Pointing towards heaven
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| And on the streets below her people living out of trash cans
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| Are trying to believe she’s got a plan
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| We dug a hole under the sea
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| But nobody knows how to stop the bleed
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| There’s 999 channels on my TV
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| And I still have no idea what to believe
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| But there is a choice
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| Follow the leader or use your voice
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| Cause this’ll just keep up until we make a loud noise
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| And the hidden ones speak up
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| Over the water to the east
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| Two million in a square refuse to sleep
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| 'Till every pleading voice is heard
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| And all the world has seen their revolution
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| Pull a king down to his knees
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| Cause they made a choice
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| Not to follow their leader but use one voice
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| Shows ordinary people can make a really loud noise
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| When the hidden ones speak up
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| Oh the hidden ones
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| Oh the hidden ones
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| He started drinking too young
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| Tucked in his jeans now is a gun
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| And the stories of his ancestors
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| They will never be sung
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| For he’s going where they do not see the sun
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| Ah but look! |
| There’s a circus in town!
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| Watch as the lion eats the clown!
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| Tell me who is out there leading on the ground?
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| Who will catch the boy before he drowns
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| If they’re busy putting shows on for the crowd?
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| Oh there is a choice
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| You can follow the leader or use your voice
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| Cause this’ll just keep up until we make a loud noise
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| And the hidden ones speak up… |