With forsythia bursting into bloom,
I first set foot outside of my cobweb-covered room
O, lonely road
O, lovely road
All roads lead nowhere; it doesn't really matter which you choose.
The more you love, the more you have to lose.
O, lonely road
O, lovely road
Take what you want
I will keep what you don't
Just don't leave before you've said
Whatever you came to say...
Because you're never coming back home
Once you go away
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