| He is standing in the crowd,
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| Everyone is listening to him,
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| Says no discussion is allowed,
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| But now they are still talking,
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| Crying out and threatening,
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| And everyone’s face white with fear,
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| But soon it is forgotten again,
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| And they find their colour back.
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| Well he is
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| He’s the only leader
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| The only leader without followers,
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| Well he feels, he feels like a captain,
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| Mutinied by his crew..
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| He is not aware of the fact,
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| That fear and threats
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| Aren’t the real alternative
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| To authority and respect.
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| Well he is
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| He’s the only leader
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| The only leader without followers,
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| And he feels, he feels like a captain,
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| Mutinied by his crew.
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| Well he is
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| He’s the only leader
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| The only leader without followers,
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| And he feels, he feels like a captain
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| Mutinied by his crew.
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| Well he is
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| He’s the only leader
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| The only leader without followers,
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| And he feels, he feels like a captain
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| Mutinied by his crew |