| It’s 5 am and I’m awake
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| Sephora stains your pillow case
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| And how I wish I could feel your lips on mine today
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| The road can be long, the distance is hard
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| But I won’t let it swallow you
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| From New York to LA, Vegas to Santa Fe, oh
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| Baby, I’ll follow you
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| I’ll follow you, I’ll follow you
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| Now when the clouds fall down and the sky ain’t so blue, blue
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| I’ll follow you, I’ll follow you
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| It’s 12 o’clock, I’m still in bed
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| Take a drag from a cigarette
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| How I wish I could feel your lips on mine instead
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| The road can be long, the distance is hard
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| But I won’t let it swallow you
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| From New York to LA, Vegas to Santa Fe, oh
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| Baby, I’ll follow you
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| I’ll follow you, I’ll follow you
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| Now when the clouds fall down and the sky ain’t so blue, blue
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| I’ll follow you, I’ll follow you |