| Each turn I take in the road up ahead
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| Is sure to instill me with endless regret
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| No answer is given to make it all right
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| The objects are hidden and kept out of sight
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| With each passing moment I can’t seem to see
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| A way past the shadows of uncertainty
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| To know every outcome is too much to take
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| But pulling the line hard will cause it to break
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| The arc of a choice can continue for years
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| The ending of laughter or ending of tears
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| Enlightened by no one, alone on this shore
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| Encountering what I have not seen before
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| Points in the map don’t all seem to align
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| I can’t seem to locate a familiar sign
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| To excel at nothing, to stumble ahead
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| On things that I’ve done and on things that I’ve said
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| Where do I go, what do I see?
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| Is this the life that I wanted to lead?
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| What do I feel, what do I believe?
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| The further I go it gets more unclear
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| Set down in front of me are different ways
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| And each one could be right or lead me astray
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| To take the next step or to weather the storm
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| To doubt if your choices are truly informed
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| Upon each direction you’re always aware
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| The influence to others can never be spared
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| No matter the actions, the ending is feared
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| Intentions mean nothing in the presence of tears |