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When I am gone, who will you follow? What teacher good enough? When friends just shrug their shoulders Saying, “That’s how it’s always been” I heard the call, or did I miss it? How are we to know? When nothing new can happen That some lower power cannot make its own Who are we to follow To find out what we really need? That others might live, that others might live You get what you give If I could just be a little different, I would Go a different way Trade in these thoughts for pleasures And live in endless day But something’s got a hold of me Binds me to the night Swinging on a pendulum Swinging on a pendulum Who are we to follow To find out what we really need? That others might live, that others might live You get what you give |