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I had a dream the other nightYou were in a bar in the corner on a chairWearing a long white leather coatPurple glasses and glitter in your hairAnd you said hey this is where I'm gonna sitAnd buy you a drink somedayYou were going to the dog showsBut you kinda lost your wayYou say now I got all this roomAnd no money to decorate it, so someLocal customer put me in touch with the manUpstairs, he said little manYou got no business gettin' frustrated, you gotta restYou gotta rest you gotta reach downAnd pick the crowd upCarry back in your handsTo the promised landNow I had some angel shine
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my wings, she saidNothin' but the best for the golden boyShe made me promise not to tell I had her underA spell singing golden words in a broken voiceAnd I caught some blessing on the windI'm feeling lighter than a whisper from a doveI've got no hands to tie behind my backAnd I'm sparking like a heart attack,Now I've got room to spread my wingsAnd my messages of love, yes love was my drug,But that's not what I died of,So don't think of me crying louderThan some billion dollar baby cause I gotta rest I gotta rest I gottaReach down and pick theCrowd up, carry back in my hand to the promised land

Writer(s): Christopher J. Cornell, Chris Cornell
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