Here is the face of common and unknown
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Spends life shaving his fingers to the bone
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High are the dream, so loud is the drone
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of those forgotten voices
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that carry him back home
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Don't want your freedom
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Don't want your peace
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Just want the pleasure of being on my knees
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A pound of flesh, bought and sold
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It grows back, it's only bone
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So who are you? Just a fool?
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The shortest straw is for you
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now don't you waste it
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Here is the face of common and unknown
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Spends life shaving his fingers to the bone
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High are the dream, so loud is the drone
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of those forgotten voices
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that carry him back home
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Trade his collar for your dime
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Can't make the money, can't do the time
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No longer good, innocent or evil
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Don't cross the line and you'll remain equal
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What is the price? Has he paid?
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If that's the way it must be done
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Then I don't want it!
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Here is the face of common and unknown
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Spends life shaving his fingers to the bone
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High are the dream, so loud is the drone
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of those forgotten voices
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that carry him back home
|
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Don't want your freedom
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Don't want your peace
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Just want the pleasure of being on my knees
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A pound of flesh, bought and sold
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It grows back, it's only bone
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You don't bleed just like me
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Does it suit your needs when I stop breathing?
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Here is the face of common and unknown
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Spends life shaving his fingers to the bone
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High are the dream, so loud is the drone
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of those forgotten voices
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that carry him back home
|
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Here is the face of common and unknown
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Spends life shaving his fingers to the bone
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High are the dream, so loud is the drone
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of those forgotten voices
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that carry him back home
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Common And Unknown
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The Briggs |