Hey, hey A king is crying from his throne He had a queen but now she's gone What is the magic that we seek? The mighty strong to mighty weak Every good girl hears it Every bad boy fears it No matter what I see I believe, I believe The power touches me The power sets us free The power holds my hand The power drives me crazy The flowers grows an old man dies And through it all we still survive A poor man screams but no one hears Ain't nothing changed much through the years Every bad day needs it Every good day breeds it No matter how it feels When it's real, you know it's real It's stronger than anybody Any man has ever made The power touches me The power helps us see The power holds my hand, yeah
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