Fork in the road,
Looking both ways,
I don't know which way to go.
What do I count on?
To take the road less traveled?
Or the one I already know?
And no I'm not traveling alone.
I got my heart in my hand, and,
You can bet I'm holding it close.
Don't wanna climb,
Don't wanna fall,
Don't know where to start it all.
I can start by taking it slow.
'Cause I need a
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