Planes - Moving On | Текст песни

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Well I gave myself a number,
And I gave myself a name
And the more I walked through water, the more I had it made.
But we clasp our hands in hopes that integrity is saved,
I wanna stand on my two feet and two fingers I will raise
Just to be nobody’s slave, I’ll sing…
Woah, thought you’d have a go, but you’re not playing right.
So maybe I’ll go, and find myself my own home,
One that’s right, or one that’s mine,
Either way I’m fine…
Well I’m sick of losing my head,
Compared to all the rest.
Shudder sick and desperate, I’m trying to do my best
I hope I make the next train,
Before my time has gone,
See baby I was meant to be just like a rolling stone,
But I can’t stand to be all alone, I’ll say…
Woah, thought you’d have a go, but you’re not playing right.
So maybe I’ll go, and find myself my own home,
One that’s right, or one that’s mine,
But im losing track of feelin’
And I’m falling down again
I catch myself on dreamin’ of the dickhead I have been
And I know my numbers coming,
It’s rollin’ round the bend
Well I need a friend
Who can pull me back again.
I’ll say woah…
And you’re so woah…

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