Like a homeless dog we drive,
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He is hungry, dirty, ragged -
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The tramp is a gray-haired pilgrim,
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No food, no shelter, no word...
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Desperate pain and longing,
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Legs are wounded to the point of blood,
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And veins - in a lump at the temple,
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But he is faithful to this road.
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Chorus:
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Out! |
- from everywhere... Were and will be
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Gray nights and days.
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Out! |
- from everywhere ... They die, but miraculously
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They rotate the earth.
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Until death in road dust,
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The wanderers are otherwise worthless ...
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The path of the heart will heal
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The road will increase hope.
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They go just to get there!
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Tormented souls and faces...
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Without faith there is no way.
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There is faith - and a miracle will happen!
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Chorus:
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Out! |
- from everywhere... Were and will be
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Gray nights and days.
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Outcast lives, only by yourself
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They rotate the earth.
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Like a homeless dog we drive,
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He is hungry, dirty, ragged -
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The tramp is a gray-haired pilgrim,
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No food, no shelter, no word...
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Chorus:
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Out! |
- from everywhere... Were and will be
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Gray nights and days.
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Out! |
- from everywhere ... They die, but miraculously
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They rotate the earth.
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Out! |
- from everywhere... Were and will be
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Gray nights and days.
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Out! |
- from everywhere ... They die, but miraculously
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They rotate the earth. |