| Out on the highways and the by-ways all alone
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| I’m still searching for, searching for my home
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| Up in the morning, up in the morning out on the road
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| And my head is aching and my hands are cold
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| And I’m looking for the silver lining, silver lining in the clouds
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| And I’m searching for and
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| I’m searching for the philosopher’s stone
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| And it’s a hard road, Its a hard road daddy-o
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| When my job is turning lead into gold
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| He was born in the back street, born in the back street Jelly Roll
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| I’m on the road again and I’m searching for
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| The philosopher’s stone
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| Can you hear that engine
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| Woe can you hear that engine drone
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| Well I’m on the road again and I’m searching for
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| Searching for the philosopher’s stone
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| Up in the morning, up in the morning
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| When the streets are white with snow
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| It’s a hard road, it’s a hard road daddy-o
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| Up in the morning, up in the morning
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| Out on the job
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| Well you’ve got me searching for
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| Searching for, the philosopher’s stone
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| Even my best friends, even my best friends they don’t know
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| That my job is turning lead into gold
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| When you hear that engine, when you hear that engine drone
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| I’m on the road again and I’m searching for the philosopher’s stone
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| It’s a hard road even my best friends they don’t know
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| And I’m searching for, searching for the philosopher’s stone |