Move On by Wildhearts
I know it ain't always been a bed of roses
But it ain't also been a crown of thorns
'Cause every day that you died a rose is
The day that you were born
I know you really think you've thought it over
I know how good it feels to find you're wrong
I know when someone really fucks you over
You feel you don't belong
You feel you don't belong
And my foot's on the gas
And I'm thinking fast
I won't find no future by fixing the past
And my foot's on the gas
And I'm thinking fast
I won't find no future by fixing the past
I won't find no future by fixing the past
I won't find no future by fixing the past
I won't find no future by fixing the past
I won't find no future by fixing the past
([Move on, Move on, Move on, Move on])
I know it isn't how you like behaving
I know you didn't mean it seriously
And this hell you're in heaven, dating
Would leave eventually
Nobody ever figured all the answers
Nobody ever never got it wrong
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