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