Pulp
Being Followed Home
(Jarvis Cocker, Russell Senior, Candida Doyle, Magnus Doyle, Peter Mansell)

Intro/Verse
(footsteps)

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I'm being followed home
I'm being followed home
I don't know what for
I don't know by whom
The smell of your dress
A face in the rain
The pavement shines wet
In focus again

Oh...

In a dead seaside town
I tried to change my mind
For a well-balanced view
That was not mine to find

Chorus

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Heaven knows
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All your stars are on show
            Ebm
They last a lifetime
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And your hands
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Leave their marks in the sand
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They last for ever
For ever

It's clear to me
You fit so perfectly
In a dimly lit room
Just in sight of the sea
His twisted face
Tells me to leave this place
You know somewhere
But I shouldn't go there, I shouldn't go there!

Heaven knows
All your stars are on show
They last a lifetime
And your hands
Leave their marks in the sand
They last for ever
For ever

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They've followed me home - the one
with the dog-breath in the tattoo
bar says something in a language
that I don't uderstand. The street
stinks of piss and dead fish. Jump
a garden wall, barefoot on the slimy
grass, air raw in my lungs. Hear him
swear as he stumbles and falls behind
me. Down another cobbled street,
footsteps bouncing off the walls.
Which way? A bottle smashes. The
glint of a blade in the moonlight.
Someone laughs, the corner's turned...
and it's too late.

The first blow falls... then nothing.

I awoke on the beach sometime later
To a grey and sunless sky
Your voice still slithers in my head
I can't remember what you said
I get to my feet, my body aches
I make for the town for no-one's sake
My mind is a blur, I feel so weak
I see your reflection in the street
"It's what you deserve, it's what you need.
Just like those stupid books you read."
I look to the sky, I see your face
collapse in the road I hear you say
I shouldn't go there,
I shouldn't go there!

My wound's healing now
And your imprint fades
Now just a pale scar
For five vanished days
Your voice is so weak,
Your face is unclear,
Your body a legend from a forgotten year.

I'm being followed home.
I'm being followed home.
I'm being followed home.
I've been followed home.