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What a life, a trick of light then everything returns to the sea |
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You can have whatever you want but are you disciplined enough to be free? |
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Turning love into a chore promises come cheap dear reader |
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Another page, another door, follow, follow me |
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I know what I'm here for hanging on through late December |
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I know what I'm here for follow, follow me, follow me |
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Moving on, don't belong, my life turned into a mall |
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Every line is in the song, follow me out of the fall |
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What an actor, what a show, going through some holy motions |
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The bands are sharp but the singers slow everything must go |
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I know what I'm here for hanging on through late December |
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I know what I'm here for follow, follow me, follow me |
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Follow me |
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Souvenirs, polygraph tests, photographs fresh from the wreck |
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What a poster saint he'll make in one take, one take |
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I know what I'm here for hanging on through late December |
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I know what I'm here for follow, follow me, follow me |
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Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me |