| I’m lost
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| Only politics at work
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| Only follow when you’re lead
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| On this drag along route
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| But if I were a worrier
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| I would crumble up and stalk
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| Only I’d remain removed
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| Pulled along inside your timeline
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| It may come before it suits
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| Only comfortable where there can be proof
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| Come back, can’t find, comfort, confined
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| Can’t fight, timelines, turn back, turn tide
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| Hold back, hold line, pick at all that’s after
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| The compass says to follow
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| My take
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| I never asked to be a part
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| And I might ask who it’s all for
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| Only some, only come, when they’re called
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| Everyone’s a follower, they come, they come
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| They jump right when they’re told
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| Am I so strange to see through?
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| Come back, can’t find, comfort, confined
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| Can’t fight, timelines, turn back, turn tide
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| Hold back, hold line, pick at all that’s after
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| The compass says to follow
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| So far back but, only a little
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| Don’t own what’s mine, only a little
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| Follow or fold, some sort of riddle
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| Can’t match, can’t follow
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| Come back, can’t find, comfort, confined
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| Can’t fight, timelines, turn back, turn tide
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| Hold back, hold line, pick at all that’s after
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| The compass says to follow |