| 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 |