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Rain like static falling in my eyes, |
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Rain like static on the road, |
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Rain on the loners and the regular thieves, |
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Everybody else has gone home. |
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If I could stay in your hotel bed, |
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And sleep all day -- |
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I made my mind up a long time ago, |
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Got to keep on weaving my way. |
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Like a late night pilgrim |
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Looking for redemption in the underground. |
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Lord, won't you help a late night pilgrim |
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When the morning comes around. |
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You'll get dirtier before you get clean, |
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That's how a dream will go. |
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And when it don't light like gasoline, baby |
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You're on your own. |
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Just a late night pilgrim |
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Looking for redemption in the underground. |
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Lord, won't you help a late night pilgrim |
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When the morning comes around. |
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Sometimes, I am the fool who's dealing cards |
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To a ghost who's running late. |
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Sometimes, the prophets they are just like me, |
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Can't do nothing but sit up and wait |
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With all the late night pilgrims |
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Looking for redemption in the underground. |
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Lord, won't you help the late night pilgrim |
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When the morning comes around. |
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Lord, won't you help this late night pilgrim |
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When the morning comes around. |
