Why do I have to follow you
To know just who I am?
I have enough previous worlds
To know which one I'm in
These words, these words
Mean nothing to my soul
These words, these words
Save only to fill up a hole
Why can't I flow softly downstream
Without the violent surf
If I knew who I was talking about
Perhaps I'd know my worth
These words, these words
Mean nothing to my soul
These words, these words
Save only to fill up a hole
(Epic xylophone solo, yes . . . xylophone)
These words, these words
Mean nothing to my soul
(Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum)
These words, these words
Save only to fill up a hole

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