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I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees I went to the crossroads, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above, have mercy now, save poor Bob if you please.

Robert Johnson, “Crossroads Blues”

Out there at the crossroads, molding the Devil’s bullets.

Tom Waits and William Burroughs, “Crossroads”

Demons they are on my trail I’m standing at the crossroads of the hell I look to the left I look to the right There’re hands that grab me on every side.

Tracy Chapman, “Crossroads”