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Man of dreamsHe's a man of dreams, walking down his own street. He's a man who's seen, that he has to walk to his own beat. He's a man who feels, the tears of another, He's a man who deals, with the pain of another.
He's a man who knows, he can't wait for his ship to come in. He's will pull it aground, no matter how far he's gotta swim.
He's a man who touches, the reality of life. He's a man who's had, his share of joy and strife. He's a man who'll wait, but only for so long. He's a man of conviction, and he's somebody's song.
He's a man who knows, he can't wait for his ship to come in. He's will pull it aground, no matter how far he's gotta swim.
How can we know joy, unless we've known pain? Our hearts are not toys, man or woman they're the same. How can we separate, what we feel from what we know? Let's move before it gets too late, like him just get up and go.
'Cause he's a man who knows, he can't wait for his ship to come in. He's will pull it aground, no matter how far he's gotta swim.
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Writers write, Players play, Dreamers dream and Sayers say. Seers see and Signers sing, pick your poison, what's your thing?
copyright 2008 David D. Vande Velde