| If I ever get out of these shoes
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| And I shrug off a skin or two
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| I’ll come looking in the wasted places
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| Beat-up, last ditch rendezvous
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| If it had been some other place
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| Some other time to find me
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| If I had been in my right mind
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| Not looking for ghosts behind me
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| Then I’d hold you with my fingers burning
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| Kiss your little tears of yearning
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| But sometimes there’s no turning
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| Take Care The Road You Choose
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| If I ever get out of my mind
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| Guillotine myself to stop me dreaming
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| And let my heart go where it will
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| Without those other voices screaming
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| Some take the high, some take the low
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| Some take the straight and narrow
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| Some still standing at the crossroads
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| Some fly like an arrow
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| With my radar I’ll find you, darling
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| No regrets to blind you, darling
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| And never look behind
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| Take Care The Road You Choose |