Follow me


The night was young,
the moon was bright,
the place was crowded,
it was getting kinda tight.

You can follow me if you want.
I was ready to go anyhow,
this place was getting boring,
and I'm getting stale.

We can go off on our own.
Forge a new path, we could disappear.
Who really cares what they say,
as long as we're happy baby let them talk

You can follow me if you want.
I was ready to go anyhow,
this place was getting boring,
and I'm getting stale.

There's no reason to go,
lets pack our things and vamose.
We're not happy, if we stay here.
I was going to leave anyways,
we can wonder today

You can follow me if you want.
I was ready to go anyhow,
this place was getting boring,
and I'm getting stale.

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