[Instrumental Intro]
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[Instrumental]
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[Verse 1]
I saw this name in a pop-up prayer,
Hung like sneakers on the world-wide air...
Listened in close, golden statues stood anew;
The voice was honey, and the words untrue.

[Verse 2]
They crumbled like marble, baked next to grace,
and so, I traced the lines upon my heroes face...
Their kingdom built on borrowed hymns;
with every gold muffin man too thin.

[Chorus]
And I don't know (Oh-ooh-oooh), what they’re looking for,
yet, my heart trick-or-treats at every door...
Nothin' to eat, no idle hands;

I’ma justa follower, and I don’t know (Oh-ooh-oooh)...

[Instrumental Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
I shoot the Man in the Moon, but he looks away,
breathes-back silence where the famous pray...
I think, he built my heroes out of borrowed lines;
so, we stream them grapple with the hands of time.

[Instrumental Bridge]
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We're justa followers, and they don’t know (Oh-ooh-oooh)...

[Instrumental]
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[Bridge]

"If knowing means to stand and weep,
rather, we'd walk where the gold muffin men creep...
The taller the tale, the harder they fall;
and thus forgotten heroes were never there at all..."

[Outro]

Still, I look to where the analog hums,
through three-color vision and bitten tongues...
Perhaps the beauty’s in the alphabet flow;

The more I listen... anda I don’t know (Oh-ooh-oooh)...

anda I don’t know (Oh-ooh-oooh)*

[Instrumental Ending]
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