Baby we are at
That fork in the road
That thing called fate
Got to decide
Before it's too late
Baby we are at
That fork in the road
Can't nobody else
Do for us
What we can do for our self
Baby we are at
That fork in the road
Got to make up
A messed up mind
And we have just got to
Stand up and take a stand
This time
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