| Thought I knew my mind
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| Like the back of my hand
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| The gold and the rainbow
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| But nothing panned out as I planned
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| And they say only milk and honey’s
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| Gonna make your soul satisfied
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| Well I better learn how to swim
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| Cause the crossing is chilly and wide
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| Twisted guardrails on the highway
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| Broken glass on the cement
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| A ghost of someone’s tragedy
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| How recklessly my time has been spent
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| They say that it’s never too late
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| But you don’t, you don’t get any younger
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| Well I better learn how to starve the emptiness
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| And feed the hunger
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| Up on the watershed
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| Standing at the fork in the road
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| You can stand there and agonize
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| Till your agony’s your heaviest load
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| You’ll never fly as the crow flies
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| Get used to a country mile
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| When you’re learning to face
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| The path at your pace
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| Every choice is worth your while
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| And there’s always retrospect
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| (when you’re looking back)
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| To light a clearer path
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| Every five years or so I look back on my life
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| And I have a good laugh
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| You start at the top
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| (start at the top)
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| Go full circle round
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| Catch a breeze
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| Take a spill
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| But ending up where I started again
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| Makes me wanna stand still
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| Up on the watershed
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| Standing at the fork in the road
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| You can stand there and agonize
|
| Till your agony’s your heaviest load
|
| You’ll never fly as the crow flies
|
| Get used to a country mile
|
| When you’re learning to face
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| The path at your pace
|
| Every choice is worth your while
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| Stepping on a crack
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| Breaking up and looking back
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| Till every tree limb overhead just seems to sit and wait
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| Till every step you take becomes a twist of fate
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| (twist of fate)
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| Up on the watershed
|
| Standing at the fork in the road
|
| You can stand there and agonize
|
| Till your agony’s your heaviest load
|
| You’ll never fly as the crow flies
|
| Get used to a country mile
|
| When you’re learning to face
|
| The path at your pace
|
| Every choice is worth your while
|
| Up on the watershed
|
| Standing at the fork in the road
|
| You can stand there and agonize
|
| Till your agony’s your heaviest load
|
| You’ll never fly as the crow flies
|
| Get used to a country mile
|
| When you’re learning to face
|
| The path at your pace
|
| Every choice is worth your while
|
| And when you’re learning to face
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| The path at your pace
|
| Every choice is worth your while |