Please do not follow where I am leading
Someone must clear these things away
Here in the burnt out husk of the morning
Struck out with nothing left to say
Yeah this was one hell of a party
Nobody ever got to bed
But the morning afterīs killing me
And I have to rest my head
And just where were we trying to get to
I canīt recall one single word
And the faces that pushed themselves before you
Congeal into one, nothing transferred
This was one hell of a party
And itīs still living in my head
But the morning after shines so cold
So follow where I live
This was one hell of a party
Nobody got to go to bed
Letīs face it now, itīs over
But this morning afterīs killing me
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