You're buried 'neath an Ashford tree-- Won't you build your nest inside of me?
Though your body's gone, your memory lives with me.
Let my blood be the current that your heart, your heart runs free.
When I'm gone, I don't need to remain.
All that's left of me, just a current in a wire in your brain.
When I'm gone, let my ghost run free.
Let your synapse fire off what's left of me.
But if you should leave well before me, I will reconstruct you inside of me. When I'm gone, let my ghost run free, There's no need at all, at all, for my memory.
When I'm gone, I don't need to remain.
All that's left of me, just a current in a wire in your brain.
When I'm gone, let my ghost run free. Let your synapse fire off what's left of me.
When I'm gone, set my ashes free.
Scatter them over the Ozarks, and some into the sea.
Or bury me 'neath that Ashford tree, let the roots tangle up what's left of me.
When I'm gone, you can hold my memory, but leave me far off.
There's no need left for me.
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