What a life, a trick of light
Then everything returns to the sea
You can have whatever you want
But are you disciplined enough to be free?
Turning love into a chore
Promises come cheap, dear reader
Another page, another door
Follow, follow me
I know what I'm here for
Hanging on through late December
I know what I'm here for
Follow, follow me
Follow me
Moving on, I don't belong
My life turned into a mall
Every line is in the song
Follow me out of the fall
What an actor, what a show
Just going through some holy motions
The band is sharp, but the singer's slow
Everything must go
I know what I'm here for
Hanging on through late December
I know what I'm here for
Follow, follow me
Follow me
Follow me (x8)
Souvenirs, polygraph tests
Photographs fresh from the wreck
What a poster saint he'll make
In one take, one take
I know what I'm here for
Hanging on through late December
I know what I'm here for
Follow, follow me
Follow me
Follow me (x8) |
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