Follow Me //прекрасно подходит по ритму и словам для новой повести про Танцоров//
Good luck has never been my friend I've always been the fool Please don't follow shadows of mine 'Cause the time is running out for me
I walk in the path of a misfit's blood No compass can steer my way No light at the end of the tunnel The time is running out for me
No gold at the end of the rainbow No high hopes, dreams deceive
Follow me The trouble seems to always wanna Follow me It has let me down so far so why don't you Follow me The trouble seems to always wanna Follow me It has let me down so far so why don't you Follow me
I walk in the path of a misfit's blood No compass can steer my way No light at the end of the tunnel The time is running out for me
No gold at the end of the rainbow No high hopes, dreams deceive
Follow me The trouble seems to always wanna Follow me It has let me down so far so why don't you Follow me The trouble seems to always wanna Follow me It has let me down so far so why don't you Follow me
Follow me The trouble seems to always wanna Follow me It has let me down so far so why don't you Follow me The trouble seems to always wanna Follow me It has let me down so far so why don't you Follow me