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Being Followed Home - Pulp
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Being Followed Home Pulp

Being Followed Home - Pulp
I'm being followed home, I'm being followed home
I don't know what for, I don't know by whom
The smell of your dress, a face in the rain
The pavement shines wet, in focus again
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh

In a dead seaside town, I tried to change my mind
For a well-balanced view, that was not mine to find

Heaven knows, all your stars are on show
They last a lifetime
And your hands leave their marks in the sand
They last forever, forever

It's clear to me you fit so perfectly
In a dimly lit room just inside of the sea
His twisted face tells me to leave this place
You know somewhere, but I shouldn't go there
I shouldn't go there

Heaven knows, all your stars are on show
They last a lifetime
And your hands leave their marks in the sand
They last forever
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