| I feel like they’re walking, slowly, to a storm
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| Because I wasn’t even talking, just scalding, and lead on
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| How they gonna follow you towards it?
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| If you don’t know where it is
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| Just turn around
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| It’s all about what you’re saying
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| You’re not saying anything but
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| They follow, on follow for long, oh
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| Tomorrow it could all be gone
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| If they turn it around you’d say
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| You’ve had your day and it ends now
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| Calm yourself down, cooler
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| Next time around
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| This time round it’s just a warning
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| How they gonna follow you towards it?
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| If you don’t know where it is
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| Just turn around
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| It’s all about what you’re saying
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| And you’re not saying anything
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| Leave the rest with me, only
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| Leave the rest with me, maybe permanently intrigued
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| And like a well-deserved, breather
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| This is just, this is only
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| Something to mull over, over, oh
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| They follow, closely
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| They won’t follow for long, oh
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| Tomorrow it could all be gone, gone
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| They follow, follow closely
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| Follow, for long, oh
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| Tomorrow it could all be gone, gone |