| Seems to me, that I’ve been this way before
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| I’ve seen some of this, where, I’m not sure
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| Maybe in my dreams, or a story told
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| I’ll know these warning even through a blindfold
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| (Ooh…) I know this path has an evil lead
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| Well, placed in the leaves of the summer trees
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| Blowing freely, freely in the breeze
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| Evil blowing, blowing in the breeze
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| Off to my side, in its ugly disguise
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| But I have no fear, 'cause I’ve been here
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| I’ve been this way before (yeah, brother)
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| The path is dark and so unsure
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| Filled with warnings, that we all ignore
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| Keep your eyes open
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| (So you don’t miss the door)
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| Keep my eyes open
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| (So I don’t miss that door)
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| Keep our eyes open
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| (So we don’t miss the door)
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| Ooh, little children, hear what I’ve got to say
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| Choose real careful, so that you don’t go astray
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| This journey will seem useless
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| Without wine, women, fun and song
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| Oh, but too much of this just may do you wrong
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| This road has so may (too many)
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| Cross ways and walkways, and highways and byways
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| Faux ways and mown ways, and right ways and wrong ways
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| So many ways (so may ways)
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| I’ve been this way before (yeah, brother)
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| The path is dark and so unsure
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| Filled with warnings, that we all ignore
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| Keep your eyes open
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| (So you don’t miss the door)
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| Keep my eyes open
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| (So I don’t miss that door)
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| Keep our eyes open
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| (So we don’t miss the door)
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| Ahead lies a flower, look at it shining so fine
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| Shining in its splendor, waiting there to hinder
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| But I know, I know, I know that it’s poison ivy
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| Poison ivy that reminds me of a friend
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| It was not my friend, but an enemy
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| (Poison to me, my friend)
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| Oh, he offered me a pill, said my pain it would quill
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| But his pill only gave me a quick, quick thrill
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| Enslavement, yes, for the slow, slow kill
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| All joy from life this dope would steal
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| So I gave him back his pill, and his cheap, cheap thrill
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| 'Cause the thought of dope gives me a cold chill
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| People get the legal stuff that they steal
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| And you’ll be better off from now until
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| See I know, 'cause I’ve been here before
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| I’ve been this way before (yeah, brother)
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| The path is dark and so unsure
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| Filled with warnings, that we all ignore
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| Keep your eyes open
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| (So you don’t miss the door)
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| Keep my eyes open
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| (So I don’t miss that door)
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| Keep our eyes open
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| (So we don’t miss the door)
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| I know, I know that I’m only a dream
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| Or so it would seem
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| 'Cause in real life you never go twice
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| Just follow my song and my advice
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| Then you’ll know my journey is only the path of life
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| (It's only the path of life)
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| All joy from life this dope would steal
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| I’ve been this way before (yeah, brother)
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| The path is dark and so unsure
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| Filled with warnings, that we all ignore
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| Keep your eyes open
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| (So you don’t miss the door)
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| Keep my eyes open
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| (So I don’t miss that door)
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| Keep our eyes open
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| (So we don’t miss the door) |