See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans
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Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile
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Once he had a future full of money, love, and dreams
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Which he spent like they was goin' outa style
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And he keeps right on a'changin' for the better or the worse
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Searchin' for a shrine he's never found
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Never knowin' if believin' is a blessin' or a curse
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Or if the goin' up was worth the comin' down
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He's a poet, he's a picker
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He's a prophet, he's a pusher
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He's a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he's stoned
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He's a walkin' contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction
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Takin' every wrong direction on his lonely way back home
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He has tasted good and evil in your bedrooms and your bars
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And he's traded in tomorrow for today
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Runnin' from his devils, lord, and reachin' for the stars
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And losin' all he's loved along the way
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But if this world keeps right on turnin' for the better or the worse
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And all he ever gets is older and around
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From the rockin' of the cradle to the rollin' of the hearse
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The goin' up was worth the comin' down
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The Pilgrim : Chapter 33
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