| I was a young man in a hurry
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| I didn’t stop to think
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| The next thing I knew
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| I was in trouble, deep trouble
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| Then I remember what aunt Linda
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| Used to tell me back in the day
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| The words that she said
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| Are still in my head, she said,
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| «The choices you make might be mistakes
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| But it’s never too late to turn around, turn around
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| The road that you take might lead you astray
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| But don’t be afraid to turn around, turn around»
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| I knew a young man named Charlie
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| He went and lost his way
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| Now he’s in prison, cold prison
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| No chance for escape
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| They gave him new clothes
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| And a Bible and the word he did read
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| I doubt if four walls can’t keep him because
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| Charlie is free, singing
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| The choices you make might be mistakes
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| Oh it’s never too late to turn around, turn around
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| Oh the road that you take might lead you astray
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| Don’t be afraid to turn around, turn around, turn around
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| You might be in trouble
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| You might be running but
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| But it’s never too late to turn around, yeah
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| 'Cause as long as you’re still breathing
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| There’ll always be another time to make the right decision |
| Before you die because
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| The choices you make might be mistakes
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| But it’s never too late to turn around, turn around
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| Oh the road that you take might lead you astray
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| But don’t be afraid to turn around, turn around
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| Oh the choices, oh the choices you make might be mistakes
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| But it’s never too late to turn around, turn around
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| Oh the road, oh the road that you take might lead you astray
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| My friend don’t be afraid to turn around, turn around
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| To turn around yeah |