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    There's a fork in the road, I can’t seem to make up my mind
    Don't know which way to go, and I'm sure running out of time
    I'm all alone with my suitcase in my hands, Can't find my ticket, to
    The promise land
    There's a fork in the road, can't seem to make up my mind.

    There's frost on the pumpkin, the air is taking on a chill
    I can't find my milk and honey, don't believe I ever will
    Somebody's got my pony and I'm left here like a fool
    My saddle's on the fence and I'm sittin' there too
    There’s frost on the pumpkin, the air is taking on a chill

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    Lines on my face, growing day by day
    Chasing you baby's gonna put me in my grave
    Tears in my eyes, skies about to fall
    Looking for cover, can't see anything at all
    There's a fork in the road

    I'm all alone with my suitcase in my hands
    Can’t find my ticket to the promise land
    There's a fork in the road, can't seem to make up my mind

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