I don't know where I will go, but I know I'll follow you. I will be a smaller clone, of what you've gotten used to. I don't know where I will be, but I know that they won't miss me. I belong in someone's garage, on a fuzzy antenna TV. My voice is on the news, my face on channel 2. I can always be near you, but only if you want me to.
I am really quite bizarre, on my own every night. I will never get that far, never see the brighter side.
I dream in black and blue, swing my body over a bridge, just to go where you've gone too, just to die where you have lived.
I don't know where I will go, but I know I'll follow you. I will be a smaller clone, of what you've gotten used to
I was too scared to go down, follow them into the sandbank. My mind was on the bridge, swinging over a roaring lake.
Come with me and you'll be safe, get your mind off of the bridge. I will not go down this way, maybe it's good that I lived.

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