| There’s a fork in the road in front of me
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| At the crossroads of identity
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| The Devil is standing to the left
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| He says «Either way, they both lead to death»
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| And the high road’s steady and steep
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| And the low road’s easy and deep
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| Guess I’ll follow, follow, follow my feet
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| Guess I’ll follow, follow, follow my feet
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| I have a friend who lies and steals and cheats
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| Always taking more than he can eat
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| He says «To get what I want, I would probably kill
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| If I don’t take it, somebody else will»
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| And the high road’s steady and steep
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| And the low road’s easy and deep
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| Guess I’ll follow, follow, follow my feet
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| Guess I’ll follow, follow, follow my feet
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| There is no time
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| Falling behind
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| Plant harmony
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| Or burn the tree
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| I have a friend who loves humanity
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| Braves bullets in war-torn countries
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| He traded a life of wealth to help the poor and ill
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| He says «If I don’t do it, nobody will»
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| And the high road’s steady and steep
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| And the low road’s easy and deep
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| Guess I’ll follow, follow, follow my feet
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| Guess I’ll follow, follow, follow my feet
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| I don’t know where
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| I don’t know where
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| Where my path will lead, but I’ll follow my feet and
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| Hopefully they’ll keep me on the ground and I’ll keep walking to the sound
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| Follow, follow, follow my feet
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| Follow, follow, follow your feet |