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I’m an old man praying for rain in a dry month

And I pray for youth to come back and be crude

Is there no touch, no tingle, no terrible crutch

What kind of man are you, holding on to that feeling?

What kind of man are you, holding on to that feeling?

We’re big, we’re better, we’re dreaming clever

We’re big, we’re better, we’re dreaming clever

How deep is the pillow that catches our thoughts?

And will it be soft or will it remain true?

All our sick souls require is faith and desire

To feed our whims before our eyes grow dim

What kind of man are you, holding on to that feeling?

What kind of man are you, holding on to that feeling?

We’re big, we’re better, we’re dreaming clever

We’re big, we’re better, we’re dreaming clever

What kind of man are you, holding on to that feeling?

What kind of man are you, holding on to that feeling?

What kind of man are you, holding on to that feeling?

What kind of man are you, holding on to that feeling?

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