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Those Final Feet

Cowboy Junkies

INTRO:
   
   

 Place my body on the  funeral pyre,
 cut it loose to float downstream.
 Leave it frozen on a  mountain top,
 suspend it high to be picked  clean.

CHORUS:
You said  never to grow  old,
but you forgot to tell me how. 
You said  never to grow  old
and then sank your  teeth into those final feet. 

 Last night I dreamt of  owls at my window.
 I knew that time was winding  down.
 Turned to tell you  of my premonition,
 changed my mind and lay back  down.

CHORUS...

 No sense wasting the  time you got,
 you got to walk down every  road.
 No sense pretending that you're  what you're not,
 when you got to shoulder every  load.

CHORUS...

   
  Cut it  loose, cut it loose, cut it  loose

CHORUS...

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