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So many ways to choose for walking Which of this paths should I try There is a man returning Guess he has got a false trial And when I ask him Hey man, what's wrong He smiles and answers: I think this way's too long Pushed and pulled at points of entry Gateway of my chances Back and forth - two steps, I weary I'm frozen under the sun Now that I've walked a thousand life-miles Some of those miles I regret Next bifurcation's coming Which of two ways is the best And when I'm asking Oh, Lord what's right There ain't an answer To have the choice means fight Pushed and pulled at points of entry Gateway of my chances Back and forth - two steps, I weary I'm frozen under the sun
