A pilgrim on a pilgrimmage
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Walked across the Brooklyn Bridge
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His sneakers torn
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In the hour when the homeless move their cardboard blankets
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And the new day is born
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Folded in his backpack pocket
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The questions that he copied from his heart
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Who Am I in this lonely world?
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Where will I make my bed tonight?
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When twilight turns to dark
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Questions for the angels...
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Who believes in angels?
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Fools do...
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Fools and pilgrims all over the world
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If you shop for Love in a bargain store
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And you don't get what you are bargain for...
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Can you get your money back?
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If an empty train in a railway station
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Calls you to its destination
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Can you choose another track?
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Will I wake up from these violent dreams?
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With my hair as white as the morning moon?
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Questions for the angels...
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Who believes in angels?
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I do...
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Fools and pilgrims all over the world
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Downtown Brooklyn
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The pilgrim is passing a bill-board
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And catches his eyes
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It's Jay-Z
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He's got a kid on each knee
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He is wearing clothes that he wants us to try
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If every human on the planet
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And all the buildings in it
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Should disappear
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Would a zebra grazing in the african savana
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Care enough to share one zebra tear?
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Questions for the angels...
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Questions For The Angels
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| Paul Simon |
