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They say that you don't
You promised you will
I'm calling my number
To sort out the thrill
Almost, almost, almost the real thing
How could I have missed that one?
How could I have missed it?
Am I the only one,
Your Lancelot?
Twenty-year-old and bored
Run for a better future
Pour lava in the ocean
Drown into the throne that you sit on
Follow, follow, follow me
Holy Father and Son
It's not enough for you to live on
So long, so long Salomé
Tell me that's what you wanted
Follow, follow me
Follow me
Follow, follow me
Follow me
You're more than I want
I figured you will
Back in September
We'll make it a deal
Almost, almost, almost the real thing
How could I have missed that one?
How could I have missed it?
Am I the only one,
Your Lancelot?
Twenty years often bored
Run for a better future
Pour lava in the ocean
Turn the eternal carousel on
Follow, follow, follow me
Holy Father and Son
It's odd enough for you to live on
So long, so long Salomé
Tell me that's what you wanted
Follow,
Follow, follow me
Follow me
Follow, follow me
Follow me
Follow, follow me
Follow me
WRITERS
CHRISTIAN MAZZALAI, FREDERIC MOULIN, LAURENT MAZZALAI, THOMAS CROQUET
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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