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Seen down every path of dark road*

Just Breaking myself taking too much load

Seen taking too much load

Too many weights resting on my back

Had to look between the folds just for what I lacked

Just for what I lacked

Climbed up a tree without any limbs

And overlooked my life 'til the lights got dim

'til the lights got dim

I saw no signs and no real true love

No wheel to steer to the roof up above

To the roof up above

You’ll never reach the clouds if you don’t take the bait

Ain’t no light in a tunnel that’s a figure eight, yeah

As my motor grew weak, I hopped a four horse guide

But disguised for a transport, I almost died

Yeah, alright.