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I have dreamed a dream, there a common man
Ah, hoping to rise to the top
I have sworn by my blood as your man, my love
That one day, I promise
One day a roman soldier
In a shameful gambling game
Won the blood stained garment
That once had clothed my king
Just a cheap robe of Lenin 
No
better off by far.

He's not the man to hold your trust, 
Everything he touches turns to dust in his hands.
Nothing he can do is right, he'd even like
better off by far.

He's not the man to hold your trust, 
Everything he touches turns to dust in his hands.
Nothing he can do is right, he'd even like
Geezers need excitement
If there lives don't provide them they stay incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If
I have dreamed a dream, there a common man
Ah, hoping to rise to the top
I have sworn by my blood as your man, my love
That one day, I promise
to leave it all behind you
You don't want to but life is passing by you
The hard knocks, got you twisted like dreadlocks
Catalogue your dark and set some
Geezers need excitement
If there lives don't provide them they stay incite violence
Common sense, simple common sense
Geezers need excitement
If
of the food chain
God gave me the biggest brain
Used my smarts to build a weapin
Now I am the forest king

Do what you want I just don't see the reward
No
of evil: And by
Arrangements of magical nature
He turns unrecognizable even to the
Experienced eye.

You obsessively pursue him
Falling to see, that
and effectivity - our anxiety expands. The vampire kisses and we are infected one by one. Solipsistic ideas turn into a romantic term. Is this a symptom of a common
to every question
The square and cube of every prime
A name to go with every face
Like he was king upon a throne

And we had nothing in common
Nothing
every word they say
I never thought I was quite the type
But Iíd still love to meet one someday

What would you do for a king
If He came to your
Common fortune seeks us all 
And slips our binding rings 
We'll turn our heads 
And make us reel 
We'll bare our arms as wings 

Before our
Now the good half turns to what you had
The bad half's giving up
You can tear it out and bury it, put all your worries off
Now the good half turns to what you had
The bad half's giving up
You can tear it out and bury it
Put all your worries off
The King of Araby is coming home today
It's bumper touching bumper on the motorway
The sun is in the sky just now
But the road is grey
They drive
The purulent crud that forms your carbon print
Greedily amassing, by greed unsurpassing
You’re all connoisseurs of rot

Malodorous, we propagate and consume
Cheap cut satin and bad perfume
Showtime is almost here
Teased up by a strip cartoon
Laughing up your sleeve
Sniggering in your beer
He'd seen
If it all comes down to push and shove
Remember to lift your heart above the fight
You can still receive the love
To be believed in

To turn wrong
to do with
Common sense or...

[Chorus]
Sensitivity. I'm feeling cold
Like concrete.
Your dignity's reflecting
In the way I feel it.

Open
telling you to hold on!
Hold on!

If you can bear to hear
The truth you've spoken
Twisted and misconstrued
By some smug fool
Or watch your life's
You'd be better off by far. 

He's not the man to hold your trust. 
Everything he touches turns to dust 
In his hands. 
Nothing he can do is right.
Pieces of eight
The search for the money tree
Don't cash your freedoms in for gold
Pieces of eight
Can't buy you everything
Don't let it turn your
and turn it on its head
And I could be your Pharaoh's tomb, anything you wanna do
Lover anything you wanna do

If you want to be common I can claim that