| It remains to be seen
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| To which side I’m gonna lean
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| Which road will I choose?
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| What will I gain, what will I lose?
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| Am I gonna come to my senses
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| And see the light in letting go of what I want
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| In order to do what’s right?
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| Oh, but right by whom? |
| By me or by you?
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| It’s just a crossroads
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| Is the light red or is it green?
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| I’m getting mixed signals
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| I really don’t know what they mean
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| If I wasn’t temporarily blind
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| If I could only take one look I know I’d find
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| How simple it all is
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| How much do I really own this?
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| Is enough not enough? |
| Am I really in love?
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| Or is it nothing but a test?
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| Well, if you wanna try me
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| Go ahead and be my guest
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| 'Cause I myself would like to go
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| Which way we’re to go, I guess it’s undecided yet
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| So I’ll take it slow, but as I regain my sight
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| I know I will do what’s right
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| Indeed it’s just a crossroads
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| Now that I’m willing to clearly see
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| Things for what they really are
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| And not what I’d like them to be
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| There’s nothing left to think about
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| I know the way now, I’ve no more doubt
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| I let go and release
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| You do the same for me, please |