The roads I took curved constantly

An open path or dead-end streets

Took me a while to find out which direction I should face

Left wrong turns and, oh my leaves turned early,

by which I mean to illustrate my state



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And now it's over, there's naught ahead

But I can't let go

Had it all planned out, the way, the day, I set the time

Well I came close to writing down

My last goodbye



Bad luck shaped me as a man

Bad breaks tore me down again

Took different shapes before I took the shape that I now am

The pressure's tense and, oh the tension's pressing,

Society's roll, took its toll again



Chorus



The pressure's tense and, oh the tension's pressing,

Society's roll, took its toll again



Chorus



Came close to my last goodbye (x4)