| Should I start this song off with a question?
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| Or should I say what’s on my mind.
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| (Add a cello here to add a sad impression).
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| Cause I’m not looking forward to leaving my friends all behind.
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| I didn’t vote (though I’m not proud), cause I’m Canadian, and I’m not allowed.
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| Give it a go or throw in the towel.
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| Stand all alone or swim through the crowd.
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| No one around to help you decide.
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| It’s time to make up your mind.
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| It’s time to make up your mind.
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| By the wayside we fell.
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| He said, «It's my way or the highway to hell.»
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| It’s your decision, choose it well.
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| He said, «It's my way or the highway to hell.»
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| Decisions we make; |
| life’s an election.
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| Precision we take, seeking direction.
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| But there’s so many lies.
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| Unsure where we can look.
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| But we’ve got a guide- a really thick handbook.
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| No one around to help you decide.
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| It’s time to make up your mind.
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| It’s time to make up your mind.
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| Are you with me or against me?
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| Noticed you’re sitting on the fence.
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| We wondered why you’re not cut and dry.
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| You got to choose our side and live, or their side and die.
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| Which hand holds your soul?
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| Do you want to guess one?
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| If it scares you to death, may that be your lesson.
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| It’s your decision, make it the best one.
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| And should I end this song off with a question? |