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Reach Down
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I had a dream the other night
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You were in a bar in the corner on a chair
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Wearing a long white leather coat
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Purple glasses and glitter in your hair
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And you said hey this is where I'm gonna sit
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And buy you a drink someday
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You were going to the dog shows
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But you kinda lost your way
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You say now I got all this room
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And no money to decorate it, so some
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Local customer put me in touch with the man
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Upstairs, he said little man
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You got no business gettin' frustrated, you gotta rest
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You gotta rest you gotta reach down
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And pick the crowd up
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Carry back in your hands
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To the promised land
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Now I had some angel shine my wings, she said
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Nothin' but the best for the golden boy
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She made me promise not to tell I had her under
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A spell singing golden words in a broken voice
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And I caught some blessing on the wind
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I'm feeling lighter than a whisper from a dove
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I've got no hands to tie behind my back
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And I'm sparking like a heart attack,
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Now I've got room to spread my wings
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And my messages of Love, yes love was my drug,
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But that's not what I died of,
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So don't think of me crying louder
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Than some billion dollar baby Cause I gotta rest I gotta rest I gotta
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Reach down and pick the
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Crowd up, carry back in my hand to the promised land
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Reach Down
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| Chris Cornell |
