| While at a crossroads
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| Headed A to B
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| I fell for a woman
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| Prone to run
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| But I couldn’t make her follow me
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| So I offered up my heart
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| Before I left, final plea
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| And I would’ve taken her off
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| The hands of a man
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| If it were up to me
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| Standing at the crossroads
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| Just when everything meant to be
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| Faded out and disappeared
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| As far as the eye could see
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| We were standing at the crossroads
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| We were standing at the crossroads
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| Here we stood to assess the dirt
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| Where thunderclouds brushed the land
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| Here we stood, confessed to her
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| Heads bowed, hand in hand
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| Standing at the crossroads
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| Looking at these fields of dream
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| I stood and watched them come unsewn
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| Right at the patchwork seams
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| We were standing at the crossroads
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| We were standing at the crossroads
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| Standing at the crossroads
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| Just when everything meant to be
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| Faded out and disappeared
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| As far as the eye could see
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| Standing at the crossroads
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| Looking on these fields of dreams
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| I stood and watched them come unsewn
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| Right at the patchwork seams
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| We were standing at the crossroads
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| We were standing at the crossroads
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| We were standing at the crossroads
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| We were standing at the crossroads |