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
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The Horn
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| Midlake |
