Written by Dewey Bunnell, ©1977 Found on Harbor. Someone told me you got to be free Someone told me to stand in the rear Keep on searchin' for kings in the street Keep on cryin' for something that's clear You are one more posse to pass in the night One more con to conceal One more tiger to paint on a stripe One more player to deal Political poachers push plump packages Past pacified places Concerned citizens cry crude conduct 'Cause Captain Command Don't do dreams Do dreary drivel drive Doctor, daddy divine Prize shipment tonight, tomorrow tame tempers To touch tender time You are one more posse to pass in the night One more con to conceal One more tiger to paint on a stripe One more player to deal You are one more posse to pass in the night One more con to conceal One more tiger to paint on a stripe One more player to deal It takes one more moment of time in your life One more light to reveal One more place in the sun to turn ripe One more kingdom to feel You are one more posse to pass in the night One more con to conceal One more tiger to paint on a stripe One more player to deal It takes one more moment of time in your life One more light to reveal One more place in the sun to turn ripe One more kingdom to feel
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