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Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears |
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And lonely eyes look way beyond your years |
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Pilgrim, did you drink the mercury? |
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Your lips turn blue and you're strugglin' just to see |
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You were too far gone to carry on |
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Now your life has stalled |
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As you march ahead, yet go no place at all |
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Pilgrim, when you left them all behind |
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The loneliness destroyed your able mind |
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Pilgrim, see the writing on the door? |
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It's taken you back to a place you were before |
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And the next in line, paces his stride |
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Waiting for your fall |
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With a hope that lies in a hidden master's call |
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Pious eyes, ignoring passersby |
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And gone to their grave |
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Don't despair, this world of toil and care |
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This pilgrim lost his way |
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Pilgrim, will you ever find your call? |
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Is truth so pure that you're willing to risk it all? |
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Pious eyes, ignoring passersby |
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And gone to their grave |
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Don't despair, this world of toil and care |
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This pilgrim lost his way |
