| Well I climbed the seven summits
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| And I swam the seven seas
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| But the road I must travel
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| Its end I cannot see
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| I fought in the jungles
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| And I fought in the streets
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| But the road I must travel
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| Its end I cannot see
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| Once I had a reason
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| Don’t know what it could be
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| But the road I must travel
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| Its end I cannot see
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| Well I sang to myself
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| That I want to be free
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| But the road I must travel
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| Its end I cannot see
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| I walked the empty desert
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| And I was burned in the heat
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| But the road I must travel
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| Its end I cannot see
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| I crossed the frozen wasteland
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| And in the bitter cold did freeze
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| But the road I must travel
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| Its end I cannot see
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| And I will knock on every door
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| For I do not have a key
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| And the road I must travel
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| Its end I cannot see
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| Well I sang to myself
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| That I want to be free
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| But the road I must travel
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| Its end I cannot see
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| They shot a man in Soho
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| Couldn’t guess his age
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| I found his empty journal
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| I filled up every page
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| I called up my state senator
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| They said he wasn’t there
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| The secretary took my name
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| And man she sounded scared
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| So I counted my misfortunes
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| I added up the blame
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| I picked through all the garbage
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| I checked off all the names
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| I read in the newspaper
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| They’d questioned all my friends
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| They hoped that they could find me
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| Before I struck again
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| Well I sang to myself
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| That I want to be free
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| But the road I must travel
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| Its end I cannot see
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| So when thirsty I will drink
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| When hungry I will steal
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| But the road I must travel
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| Its end I cannot see
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| So tonight I walk in anger
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| With worn shoes on my feet
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| But the road I must travel
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| Its end I cannot see
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| And I will sing to myself
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| That I’m gonna be free
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| But the road I must travel
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| Its end I cannot see
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| There’s a sign along the highway
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| But it’s too dark now to read |