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Intro

The roads I took curved constantly

An open path or dead-end streets

Took me a while to find out which direction I should face

Left wrong turns and - oh my leaves turned early –

By which I mean to illustrate my state

And now it’s over there’s naught ahead

But I can’t let go ohoh

had it all planned out, the way, the day, I set the time

Well I came close to writing down

My last goodbye

Bad luck shaped me as a man

Bad breaks tore me down again

Took different shapes before I took the shape that I now am

The pressure’s tense and – oh the tension’s pressing –

Society’s roll, took it’s toll again

And now it’s over there’s naught ahead

But I can’t let go ohoh

had it all planned out, the way, the day, I set the time

Well I came close to writing down

My last goodbye

The pressure’s tense and – oh the tension’s pressing –

Society’s roll, took its toll again