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Well, I dreamed I was in Egypt

And all my friends were there

They were talking about a leader

Could lead them from their cares

Singing songs and writing postcards

Waiting for him to arrive

Once or twice I thought I saw some vapor trails

But it must have been my eyes

Well, I was standing alone in Egypt

On the virgin sand

Trying to figure what was happening there

His pistol in my hand

There were people acting crazy

Or maybe it was me

Once or twice I thought I made some overtures

But I knew this could not be

“Well, I’ll speak to you later,” I said to my best friend

“See you later, yourself,” he said to me right back again

Yes, and I had to testify every word is true

But in the meantime, baby

What is there – just me and you

I said come on, come on down to Egypt

Stay there for awhile

You can join in celebrations

Help us build a smile

Hey, what is this sense of sadness

That makes me feel strangely glad?

It’s just that something that dies is being reborn

And you know that can’t be bad