| All he can do
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| Is turn the other way
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| Although he’d love to love you
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| Your eyes deceive
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| Your lovers leave
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| And you go crawling again
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| Into your shadows and then
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| Run away
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| Why don’t you just run off
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| And hide once again
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| In your damned illusion
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| Nights so sweet
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| The perfume beats
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| Into your veins and then
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| It’s all insane again
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| Feelings burn
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| The blues return
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| Those lips are calling
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| And you go falling and falling and falling
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| Run away
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| Why don’t you just run off
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| And hide once again
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| In your damned illusion. |
| yeah
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| Run away
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| Why don’t you just run off
|
| And hide once again
|
| In your damned illusion
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| You can run off baby but you know that
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| You just can’t hide no more
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| From your lowdown ways
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| Can’t get away from your damned illusions
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| Ooh ain’t it hard babe just to get through the night
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| When you can’t see the light for your damned illusion
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| You can run off babe
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| Once again your fooling around
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| In your damned illusion. |
| yeah. |
| yeah
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| Once again you will fall into you damned illusion
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| 10. *Follow That Man
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| (Boz Scaggs)
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| You take one part Buddha
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| And two parts cat
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| Run them through your computer
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| And that’s where he’s at
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| Some say he’s ruthless
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| And some say he’s a saint
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| They tell you he’s innocent
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| I tell you he ain’t
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| I hear him think
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| I follow his flight
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| I’d know that footstep
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| In the darkest of nights
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| I follow that man
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| He’s a creature of stealth
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| Don’t run with the mob
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| Won’t stop at nothing
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| Till he finishes the job
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| I hear him out there laughing
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| When he knows I’m closing in
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| I feel the desperation
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| Of the fool within
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| He’s like your shadow
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| You can stop it dead
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| But when you go to take him
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| He’s a step ahead
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| I follow that man
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| (I follow from a distance
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| As he appears
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| Between the darkness and the light
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| Meeted curtains part
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| He takes a drink
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| He takes a smoke
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| Takes a paper
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| He takes me along for the ride
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| I snatch his bag
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| We go deeper
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| Into the quarter
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| Through a rain slaked dampness into an alley
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| The smell of garbage and perfume
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| Brick by brick
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| His woman meets me
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| But it doesn’t matter
|
| Anyway, whose chasing who
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| I’m just holding the bag)
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| I hear him out there laughing
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| When he knows I’m closing in
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| I feel the desperation
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| I hear him think
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| I follow his flight
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| I’d know that footstep
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| In the darkest of nights
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| I follow that man
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| I follow that man
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| I watch him smoke
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| I watch him drink
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| I follow that man
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| I follow that man |