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The common man don't count at all these days
Has begun to feel that he's in the way
That he's a sad drab store closed window display
The common man don't count at all these days
The common man got one thing on his mind
Feels that his opinion is a sad waste of time
Best if he sit quietly with others of his kind
The common man got one thing on his mind
But he can surmise between truth and lies
Between chains and strong ties
But not the mask of treacherous disguise
The face of it goes way beyond his eyes
The common man don't count at all these days
Has begun to feel that he's in the way
That he's a sad drab store closed window display
The common man don't count at all these days