Destitute, desolation
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Angels eyes shine upon my curse
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From this mountain I make my way
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Along the railroad earth
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Steam train blazing a lonely hill
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Damaged cargo am I
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But not so damaged as not to see
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The magic in the sky
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Oh Midnight, Midnight Ghost
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Ol' zipper rollin' down the line
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Oh Midnight, Midnight Ghost
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Rollin' down the line
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Without a memory, without a heartache
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Ain't no comfort in happiness
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Tidings whispered and merciful
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Are the tidings I like best
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dawn twilight, skyline glowing
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Mountain wind blowing through (Blowing through)
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And I tug upon the jug of my redemption
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Nothing much else to do
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Oh Midnight, Midnight Ghost...
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In a sense my innocence
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Been waiting here all along
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Thought I travelled so far away
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But I was never even gone
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Pray for me my Sweet Marie
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I'm searching still for to see my sign
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Rolling on to a new day
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Down that midnight line
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Oh Midnight, Midnight Ghost...
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Destitute, desolation
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Angels eyes shine upon my curse
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From this mountain I make my way
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Along the railroad earth
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Midnight Ghost
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| The Gathering Field |
