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I wear the wrongs of the common man |
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Lying far from everyone and far from rest |
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Lords of song who play for kings |
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Will play for servants and those they meet |
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With joyful mastery for those who have ears |
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So blow the horn, the horn for common men |
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Not to end, fill the air |
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Long the rains have poured upon men |
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with cruel unsteady minds I am one |
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Leave the worried souls with fewer things |
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Make the evening rise through the |
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Trouble and the fear |
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Forever sounds the horn for all to hear |
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I wear the reins of the common man |
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Being led from mother's arm towards the end |
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Dance you fools under the sun |
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While laughter grows and everyone |
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Shares in the same thing I mean to join you |
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So blow the horn, the horn for common men |
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Not to end, fill the air |
