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Well I had 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'm wanna sit And buy you a drink someday Well you were going to the dog shows But you kinda lost your way Now you say now I got all this room And no money to decorate it So you've got some local customer put you in touch with the man upstairs But he said little man you got no business bein' all frustrated ooh You gotta rest you gotta rest you gotta rest You gotta reach down and pick the crowd up Oh, I wanna reach down and pick the crowd up Carry back in my hands to the promised land to the promised land I had an angel shine my wings, she said Nothin' but the best for the golden boy She made me promise not to tell I had her under A spell singing golden words in a broken voice Now I caught a blessing on the wind I'm Feeling lighter than a breathe 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 yeah love was my drug, but that's not What I died of, so don't ya think of me crying louder than some million dollar baby oooh I wanna rest I wanna rest I wanna 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 to the promised land Oh yeah, ooooh I wanna reach down and pick the crowd up I wanna reach down and pick the crowd up and pick the crowd up Carry back in my hand to the promised land, to the promised land to the promised land |