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    yell of the mass



    where are you rock bands?

    who`s the enemy?

    I need a tall, talking man

    who holds the greatest speech

    `cause I`m not made for this

    I`m the mass I`m the crowed

    I`m not made for this

    the best I can is work and follow


    and I`m roaring the bold letters

    it takes a man for a song of remembrance

    I need a face for it

    I just want a man tough enough for this

    the world, to change

    I need a leader


    I have witnessed all the history

    I`ve seen the kings and the czars

    coming out of me

    will you remember this?

    oh just remember this

    when you sit down and reign

    just remember this

    the greatest work is done through my hands