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Reach Down
   ------Temple Of The Dog

I had a dream the other night
You were in a bar in the corner on a chair
Wearing a long white leather coat
Purple glasses and glitter in your hair
And you said hey this is where I wanna sit
And buy you a drink someday
Well, you were going to the dog shows
But you kinda lost your way
Now you said I got all this room
And no money to decorate it, so some
Local customer put you in touch with the man
Upstairs, but he said little man you got no
Business gettin' frustrated, you gotta rest
You gotta rest, you gotta rest

You gotta reach down
And pick the crowd up
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I wanna reach down
And pick the crowd up
Carry back in my hands
To the promised land
To the promised land

Ooh, I had some angel shine my wings, she said
Nothin' but the best for the golden boy
She made me promise not to tell I had her under
A spell singing golden words in a broken voice
I caught a blessing on the wind I'm
Feeling lighter than a breath from a dove
I've got no hands to tie behind my back
And I'm sparking like a heart attack, and now I got
Room to spread my wings and my messages of
Love, yeah love was my drug, but that's not
What I died of, so don't you think of me
Crying louder than some billion dollar baby
Cause I wanna rest, I wanna rest, I wanna rest

I wanna reach down
And pick the crowd up
I wanna reach down
And pick the crowd up
Carry back in my hands
To the promised land
To the promised land