| One road lead to the east
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| Another to the west
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| In a fit of desperation
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| In the dark I sought redress
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| As the clouds began to gather
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| Oh I wailed like a newborn babe, newborn babe
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| And opened the book
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| Of bad decisions I have made, I have made
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| I walked into the station
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| All covered in blood
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| The watchman came out
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| «You can’t be here, son»
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| So I threw down my suitcase
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| Oh I wailed like a newborn babe, newborn babe
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| And wrote another chapter
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| Of bad decisions I have made, I have made
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| I saw Ma Bell
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| Looking lonesome in her time
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| I picked up her receiver
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| And dropped a dime
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| When I heard you answer
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| Oh I wailed like a newborn babe, newborn babe
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| And read the dedication
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| From the book of bad decisions I have made, I have made |