I have travelled down the yellow brick road
I have lived on the dark side of the moon
I have danced with the devil
I have done the Mississippi Half-Step too
Living this life, I always go the road less travelled
Do not look at what you have done, or how far you have come
Look in your mirror, think real hard
Is this what you wanted, Is this who you are
Find yourself, quit the constant struggle
Follow the roads to lead you from your troubles
Relax. Man. It is ok
You are not going to die untill you get to the end of the road
The line does not stop, so quit your constant struggle
Find the right road, kill your troubles
2007-11-21
04:13:56
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