well i have a dream the other night
you were in a bar in the corner on a chair
wearing a long white leather coat
purple glasses and glitter in your hair
and you said hey this is where i wanna sit
and buy you a drink someday
well you were going to the dog shows
then you kinda lost your way
now you say now i got all this room
and no money to decorate it
said you got some local customer who can put you in touch with the man upstairs
but he said little man you got no business being all frustrated
you gotta rest, you gotta rest, you gotta rest
you gotta reach down and pick the crowd up
you gotta reach down and pick the crowd up
carry back in your hand
to the promised land
to the promised land
now i had this angel shine my wings
she said nothin' but the best for the golden boy
and made i her promise not to tell i already had her under a spell
singing golden words in a broken voice
i got a message on the wind
i'm feeling lighter than a breath from a dove
i've got no hands to tie behind my back
and i'm sparking like a heart attack
and now i've got room to spread my wings and my messages of love
yeah love was my drug
but that's not what i died of
so don't you think of me crying louder than some million dollar baby
i've gotta rest, i've gotta rest, i've gotta rest
i wanna reach down and pick the crowd up
i wanna reach down and pick the crowd up
carry back in my hand
to the promised land
to the promised land
(alright, everybody)
i wanna reach down and pick the crowd up
i wanna reach down and pick the crowd up
carry back in my head
to the promised land
to the promised land
i wanna reach down
i wanna
i wanna reach, reach, reach, reach, reach...
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(thank you, thanks a lot)

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