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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
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