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{Crossroads}
¡ª¡ªMarketa Irglova

It remains to be seen to which side I'm gonna lean.
Which road will I choose , what will I gain, what will I lose?
Am I gonna come to my senses and see the light
in letting go of what I want in order to do what's right?
Oh but right by whom? By me or by you?
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It¡¯s just a crossroads. Is the light red or is it green?
I¡¯m getting mixed signals, I really don¡¯t know what they mean.
If I wasn¡¯t temporarily blind,
if I could only take one look I know I¡¯d find how simple it all is.
How much do I really own this?
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Is enough not enough? Am I really in love? Or is it nothing but a test?
Well if you wanna try me go ahead and be my guest.
Cos I myself would like to go which way we're to go.
I guess it¡¯s undecided yet so I¡¯ll take it slow,
but as I regain my sight, I know I will do what¡¯s right.
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Indeed it¡¯s just a crossroads. Now that I¡¯m willing to clearly see
things for what they really are and not what I¡¯d like them to be.
There¡¯s nothing left to think about.
I know the way now, I¡¯ve no more doubt.
I let go and release.
You do the same for me, please.