I'm a pilgrim like you
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I was only passing through
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You'll never know my name
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You'll never walk in my shoes
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I've been no use to my friends
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I've been no use to myself
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Now I'm looking for proof
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That I ain't someone else
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I was too afraid to read the newspaper
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Working in the basement of a skyscraper
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That's why I roll and you'll never know my name
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Oh no
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I'm not here to feel the bones of some forgotten saint
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I know who I am and I know who you ain't
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Spent fifteen days in solitary confinement
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Digging a hole in the wall
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There's no escape, they said you need realignment
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Now you're praying for help but they don't hear you call
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I was too afraid to read the newspaper
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Working in the basement of a skyscraper
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That's why I roll and you'll never know my name
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Oh no
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Destination, I don't care
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I know I'll get there when I'm there
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There's only one thing on my mind
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I've got more troubles than a diamond's got shine
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My shoes have kicked up dust from here to somewhere else
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Is this wanderlust or running from myself?
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My neck was in the noose, but now I've been cut loose
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And put out to graze in delicate pastures
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Now I'm waiting for someone to put me to use
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I hope it's clear as crystal
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That the man with the pistol
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Is calling all the shots these days
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Now I'll be on my way, oh
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The self-fulfilling prophets
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They been lining their pockets
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And telling me that it's alright
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But I just don't buy it, oh no
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Destination, I don't care
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I know I'll get there when I'm there
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There's only one thing on my mind
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I've got more troubles than a diamond's got shine
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Destination, I don't care
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I know I'll get there when I'm there
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There's only one thing on my mind
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I've got more troubles than a diamond's got shine
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The Pilgrim
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| Sam Roberts |
