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Teksty: Cowboy Junkies. Miles From Our Home. Those Final Feet.

Place my body on the funeral pyre
Cut it loose to float downstream
Leave it frozen on mountain top
Suspend it high to be picked clean

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
I turned to tell you of my premonition
Changed my mind and lay back down

You said never to grow old
But you forgot to tell me how
You said never to grow old
And sank your teeth into those final feet

No sense wasting the time you've got
You got to walk down every road
No sense pretending, you're what you're not
When you got to shoulder every load

You said never to grow old
But you forgot to tell me how
You said never to grow old
And sank your teeth into those final feet

Cut it loose, cut it loose, cut it loose

You said never to grow old
But you forgot to tell me how
You said never to grow old
And sank your teeth into those final feet

Those final feet