She's holding a torch in her hand
Pointing towards heaven,
And on the streets below her people living out of trash cans
Are trying to believe she's got a plan.
We dug a hole under the sea,
But nobody knows how to stop the bleed.
There's 999 channels on my TV,
And I still have no idea what to believe.
But there is a choice:
Follow the leader or use your voice.
Cos this'll just keep up until we
Make a loud noise,
And the hidden ones speak up.
Over the water to the east
Two million in a square refuse to sleep
'Till every pleading voice is heard and all the world has seen
Their revolution pull a king down to his knees.
Cos they made a choice:
Not to follow their leader but use one voice.
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