Follow The Leader,
I play.
... Lost as a dog.
Wandering,
through a dense fog.
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A girl without a voice,
born to follow...
not to rejoice.-------------------------------------------
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But now,
He tags along.
And before long, you see...
what he sees.
Following the leader,
as he plays.---------------------------------------------
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Only two,
and one behind.
Only when I realize,
I wasn't born to lead.
...Do I see, that he;

Is following me.