| I said, «Oh no, doncha follow me no more.»
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| I said, «Oh no, doncha follow me no more.»
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| Well I’m looking for my face
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| And I got no place to go
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| I said, «Oh no, doncha follow me no more.»
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| I said, «Oh no, doncha follow me no more.»
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| Well, pick your own mind
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| And don’t you touch mine no more
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| Still waiting here for a single idea
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| In your clothes and your hair
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| I wore it last year
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| Oh no, doncha follow me no more
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| I said, «Oh no, doncha copy me no more.»
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| I said, «Oh no, doncha copy me no more.»
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| Well, the lines around my eyes
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| Well, all the clubs and the bars
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| And the little red cars
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| Not knowing why, but trying to get high
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| Oh no, doncha follow me no more
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| Doncha follow
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| Doncha follow |