The common man he wants to grow
But he does not know
What he does not know
He seeks the vestige of his friends
With little faith that hearts will mend
He writes this sobby dribble trash
Making him all more the ass
His hands get rough and head less dense
While wishes and dreams lose all sense
The common man he wants to grow
He tells his Father, he tells the road
The common man I thought was not me
But I did not see, I did not see
The common man he wants to grow
But he does not know
He does not know
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