A fork in the road

Splits the tarmac apart

There is one to the left

The other your right

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So what do you do

At a place like this?

Could it be determined

By the decisions you make?

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You look to the left

And you look to the right

So you sit there and think

Which direction to take?

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But you run out of time

With no time to think

So you take the chance

And turn to the left

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You keep moving on

Down the road that you took

Down a dark atmosphere

With no light to be seen

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How long will it take?

You think to yourself

It then dawns to you

That you made the wrong choice

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But the fog is lifte

The rain has cleared

The clouds have dispersed

Revealing the sun

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And could this be the place

The moment you realise

Is this the paradise I've been longing for?

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