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Broadest road that i can traveli am drawn by what i seespirit living deep inside meis fighting to be freei'm a homeless man who's trying(and i do not have a home yet)find a place to lay his headfind some comfort in this journey(just another taste of pleasure)at least before i'm deadthere she is inside, waiting on anotherchance to make it rightthere she waits until, her brokenness can brake herand finally be stilland these sidewalks speak of demons(there are demons all around me)they are stepping on my toesand my head just spins in circles(i can't even stop this movement)round and round it goesand i've got so many pipers(and i think i hear my song now)leading me right to my deathi'm a slave to my indifference(and i'm comfortable in chains now)i'm a corpse with borrowed breaththere she is inside, waiting on anotherchance to make it rightthere she waits until, her brokenness can brake herand finally be still |
