| Standing nearby the crossroads
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| Looking at where to go
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| Those exotic sounding places
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| I would dearly love to know
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| But that voice of indecision
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| Says ever yes and ever no
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| Shall I or shant I, should I?
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| I can never make up my mind
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| There’s a million and one good reasons
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| To put it till another time
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| But that voice of indecision
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| Says ever yes and ever no
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| But I do know that I love you
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| And I need your sweet loving touch
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| Like the gentle wind on a sparrow’s wing
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| I need your love so much
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| Well I do know that I love you
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| And I need your sweet loving touch
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| Like the gentle wind on a sparrow’s wing
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| But I need your love so much
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| Standing here by the crossroads
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| Looking at where to go
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| Those exotic sounding places
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| I would dearly love to know
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| But that voice of indecision
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| Says ever yes, and ever know
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| Shall I or shant I, should I?
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| I can never make up my mind
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| There’s a million and one good reasons
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| To put it till another time
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| But that voice of indecision
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| Says ever yes and ever no |