| I wrote Revelations on a crumbled up napkin
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| In an all-night diner by the roadway side
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| Waiter he was an angel kept filling up my coffee
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| And we made good conversation while I waited for my ride
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| Last night I played for a sold-out crowd down in Houston
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| Then we drove out to the ocean playing in the sand
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| These dark sunglasses I’m wearing this morning
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| Can’t cover up my headache or the scars on my hands
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| Been healing the sick, blessing the poor
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| My feet are so tired and bruised
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| Hallelujah, what’s it to you
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| Can’t you see I need saving too?
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| My home life was unstable and it ain’t much better now
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| I ain’t no rotten apple but I ain’t no sacred cow
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| Some people call you a genius some are saying not
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| Some folks only want you based on what you got
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| If you crucify glorify
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| They’ll try to put a crown on you
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| Hallelujah, what’s it to you
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| Can’t you see I need saving too?
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| I never walked on water or turned it into wine
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| People make these stories up for something to believe
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| Now I’m living in a motel down on Highway 29
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| Nothing in my pockets and nothing up my sleeve
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| And if I never die this book that I write
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| I don’t know who I’ll send it to
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| Hallelujah, what’s it to you?
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| Can’t you see I need saving too
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| Hallelujah, what’s it to you?
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| Can’t you see I need saving too |