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| Mudpie 
 Nothing but a mudpie
 wrapped up inside with a pretty bow
 nothing but a castle build on top of a swamp of quicksand
 and inside these cardboard walls and saran wrap windows
 lies a rusty pot of fool's gold that you got with your life
 
 you thought you'd take a bad bet on loyalty
 you though you'd tell yourself to act like royalty
 until the day you became his prey
 as you tripped over your incumbent
 you wash your hair in melaleuca oil
 then you wrap your head up with tin foil and
 prance around in your bathrobe
 pretending you're a king
 
 but you're spinning hard
 sinking faster now
 
 well you can follow your rainbows
 and I will follow the sun now
 wherever he goes it's
 not too far to run
 so I will follow the sun
 follow the sun
 
 nothing but a calendar hanging on your wall that's 23 years old
 nothing but a for sale sign on a house that's already sold
 trying to chew through that chocolate covered barbed wire
 cause they're among the beautiful filth waiting for you on the other side
 
 but you're spinning hard
 sinking faster now
 
 well you can follow your rainbows
 and I will follow the sun now
 wherever he goes it's
 not too far to run
 so I will follow the sun
 follow the sun
 follow the sun
 follow the sun
 
 clever lives end up rusty and forgotten
 brilliant minds end up with Alzheimer's
 what I thought was so deep ended up so hollow
 and what I thought had meaning ended up so shallow
 
 yeah you can follow your rainbows
 and I will follow the sun now
 wherever he goes it's
 not too far to run
 so I will follow the sun
 
 yeah you can follow your rainbows
 and I will follow the sun now
 wherever he goes it's
 not too far to run
 so I will follow the sun
 
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