| I"ve been traveling for so long
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| so lost till I stumbled upon
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| two roads in front of me, I had to take my time
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| to the right I could see a church
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| I took a step in that direction first
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| but to the left there was a watering hole
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| where they were whiskey drunk
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| and now that"s where I wanna be The fire down here goes on and on If I was perfect then this would be easy
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| Either road is plausible on both I could drown
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| I walk through the center with no rules to guide me I realize it"s difficult but now I can see
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| There"s gotta be another way to go,
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| a way that"s much more feasible
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| A combination of all these lives,
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| a central path without choosing a side
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| I make decisions one at a time
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| and no I never say I"m always right
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| I"m confident that when I stand on my own
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| you"ll see the truest form of a man when I"m shining through
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| The fire down here goes on and on If I was perfect then this would be easy
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| Either road is plausible on both I could drown
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| I walk through the center with no rules to guide me I realize it"s difficult but now I can see
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| Oh, I hear them now
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| all the religious rhymes
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| (Anger I see)
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| (Anger I see)
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| (Anger I see now)
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| The
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| left isn"t better
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| it"s just more of the same
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| condemning all these people for what they believe
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| I"ll climb to the top of their mountain again
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| No harness up to save me this way
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| and the closer to the top I get
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| the more they take aim
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| but I"m not you
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| I may not be perfect but I"ve always been true
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| I may not be worthy in your eyes
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| Climb up from the bottom for the last time,
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| the last one, the last one, the last time
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| If I was perfect then this would be easy
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| Either road is plausible on both I could drown
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| I walk through the center with no rules to guide me I realize it"s difficult but now I can see |