The Renaissance man
Will he be on fire like in his early years?
The year he was out in the cold
In prison and black eye
Now he is the prime minister
He holds the power to change
His supporters don't want him to forget
The promises must come a calling
Don't play the bad song
It will not bring a good cheer
Don't play the wrong chords
Don't bring us the empty promises
So much hope
The Renaissance man
Don't play the bad song
He holds the power to change
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