Like a roach in a sink, I was fighting the water
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I fell on my back down the drain
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I'd drown you'd think but no sooner than later
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I was back on my feet again
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Yeah, I crawled on the streets, looking up at the buildings
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And often I hid my face
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I paced among feet, your floor was my ceiling
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But now I live like I own the place
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On the road below me
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I smile at the joys of travelling
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On the road below me
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I can handle almost everything
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On the road below me
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First I was sad; but now I'm free
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On the road below me
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The distance from here to a memory
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Every day was a mountain, the fear of what hid
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Inside of the timeworn phrases
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I went from pale to gray, from being shut away
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And now I can't resist new faces
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Days become weeks, yeah, March becomes May
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Looking back at my sleepless nights
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But, hey, I'm built for trouble and I can take a lot
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And I can safely say: I'm allright!
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On the road below me ... Allright!
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You know wonders are wonderful
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-Even when they are being asked for..
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Yeah, we just don't know
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What life has in store for us..
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Because the moral of this is immoral
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And the moral escapes me now...
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On the road below me ...
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The Road Below Me
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