I keep on falling,
down along a dirty road.
But on my lips,
is a dirty smile too.
So it's alright,
because i´m home
and I will put upp a fight.
In all this light,
I know that I'll soon be att a great height.
Far from alone,
my ego bursts in flames.
Don't mind the stains.
It's not from my brains.
I land on my two feet,
standing with my head high.
It's not something
that was done on the fly.
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