| From every shadow there are things that follow you
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| From your late night dead end job
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| From the old neighborhoods where you grew
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| There’s a fallen satellite
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| (Natalie) That keeps me awake at night
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| There’s a chocolate fondue
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| (Natalie) With no nutritional value
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| There’s a ground invasion
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| (Natalie) With complete color coordination
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| There’s a slit on the screen
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| (Natalie) That is not a trampoline
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| There’s a him with a hand on the heart
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| And all these things will follow you
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| And all these things will follow you
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| Staying locked inside all day is no big deal
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| But I’ve yet to read a travel brochure
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| That could change the way that I feel
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| It’s suffocating in the car
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| (Natalie) That’s just the way some families are
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| It’s a book you’ll get around to read
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| (Natalie) It’s a pet that you forgot to feed
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| It’s an ex-boyfriend you can’t forget
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| (Natalie) A godparent you’ve never met
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| It’s a fear that began
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| If one single Elvis fan can be wrong
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| The other 49 odd million screaming others also can
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| Ah…
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| And those things will follow you
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| And those things will follow you
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| And their lights will shine right through
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| So when you open up your eyes
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| They will know you when they do
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| Did you steal my pen? |
| I left it here
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| (Natalie) You mean the one behind your ear?
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| You’re just a piece of work, that’s all
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| (Natalie) Take me and hang me on the wall
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| Away from where the guards linger
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| (Natalie) You touched the painting with your finger
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| And I was placed under gallery arrest
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| (Natalie) It’s a chance to wear your Sunday best
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| And look sharp on the stand
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| And raise my right shaking hand
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| And swear everything I say is true
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| On a first edition copy of Peter Pan
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| Ah…
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| And those things will follow you
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| And those things will follow you
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| And their lights will shine right through you
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| So when you open up your eyes
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| They will know you when they do
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| And all those things will follow you
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| And those things will follow you
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| And their lights will shine right through you
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| So when you open up your eyes
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| They will know you when they do
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| Yeah, when you open up your eyes
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| They will know you when they do
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| Yeah, when you open up your eyes everyone will know its you |