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Who built the road |
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That led to my self-esteem |
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Twisted and crushed |
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Black metal and bones |
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Who passed the buck |
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Who pressed my flesh to yours |
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Spilling like wine |
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And sweeter than tears |
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Oh, I hope we more than survive |
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With trembling visions that terrify |
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So who built the road, who turned it all around |
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Picked through the wreck, scrambled in the dust |
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Who built the road |
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Who was the foolish one |
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Step out of time |
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Two hearts in the fire |
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Who lit the touch |
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Who fanned the flames |
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With sparks in the dust |
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Spent rivers of desire |
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Oh, why don't we learn from mistakes |
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We stumble along with so many more to make |
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So who built the road, who could foresee |
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That the answers we sought were many miles to go |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la... |
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We were so lonely at times |
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Fading away, sitting side by side |
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And we built the road, we were the chain gang |
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The cross that I bore, the devil at my side |
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Dark angel within, the ever lasting fire |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la... |
