What a life

A trick of light

Then everything returns to the sea

You can have whatever you want

But are you disciplined enough to be free



Turning love into a chore

Promises come cheap dear reader

Another page, another door

Follow, follow me



I know what i'm here for

Hanging on through late december

I know what i'm here for

Follow, follow me



Moving on

Don't belong

My life turned into a mall

Every line is in the song

Follow me out of the fall



What an actor, what a show

Going through some holy motions

The bands are sharp but the singers slow

Everything must go



I know what i'm here for



Souvenirs, polygraph tests

Photographs fresh from the wreck

What a poster saint he'll make

In one take, one take



I know what i'm here for

Follow, follow me


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