What can I do for you that other men haven't done to you
When my hair recedes and I lose my sight how can I hold your hand through the night
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Follow your train to its last station
Follow, follow, follow
Follow your train to its last station
Follow, follow, follow
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Scattered like confetti in the stars above
Like an old movie playing in the park,
I know the end but I'll watch it all fall up in the dark
Yes so carry me Los Angeles
I'm stuck here on your waiting list
Giving me looks but I'm giving them away
Follow, follow, follow
Follow, follow, follow
I never burned through love that let me loose
I only set the table for the companies I choose
Baby I'll be your ashtray