| Tie me at the crossroads when I die
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| Hang me in the wind 'til I get good and dry
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| And the kids that pass can scratch their heads
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| And say 'who was that guy?'
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| Tie me at the crossroads when I die
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| Looking outward see what you can see
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| By the time you look at something it’s already history
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| As the echoes of our passing fade, all there is to say
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| Is, 'You know I loved you all in my particular way'
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| Tie me at the crossroads when I die
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| Hang me in the wind 'til I get good and dry
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| And the kids that pass can scratch their heads
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| And say 'who was that guy?'
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| Tie me at the crossroads when I die
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| It’s more blessed to give than it is to receive
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| Except when it comes to free advice I believe
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| Here I go anyway, back seat driving tonight
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| Move fast, stay cool, keep your eye on the front sight
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| Tie me at the crossroads when I die
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| Hang me in the wind 'til I get good and dry
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| And the kids that pass can scratch their heads
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| And say 'who was that guy?'
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| Tie me at the crossroads when I die |