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I will rise from the swamp Where they dumped my private plane I'll be clutching the life preserver In my teeth And I will find the highway And I will flag down a truck Worry lines on my forehead Blank stare underneath And when I come back to town I'm gonna cast my burden down A little worse for wear Practically walking on air Songtexte I will thank my ride And claw my way back inside To the guts of the building Where my enemies hide in the dark like roaches And I will signal the camera crew And everyone will do what he's been trained how to do Sweat dripping from my face As my moment approaches Click your heels Count to three I bet you never expected me A little worse for wear Practically walking on air Aus Songtexte Mania