Who built the road
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That lived in my self esteem
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Twisted and crunched
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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
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Who turned it all around
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Picked through the wreck
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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
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Who could foresee
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That the answers we sought
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Were many miles to go
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Lah lah...
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We were so lonely at times
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Fading away
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Sitting side by side
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Now we built the road
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We were the chain gang
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We crossed that at war
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The devil at my side
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Dark angel within
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The ever lasting fire
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Lah lah...
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Who Built The Road
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| Mark Lanegan |
