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Gotta keep on movingGotta find a way to get close to youHelp me keep on moving, gottastay on my feet if I wanna get close to youI’m not bad at moving, when I gotta,And I just don’t know what else to do
Gotta keep my head up, everyNow and then look up to the skyBeen so low I don’t recall what the
Leaves on the trees look likeI’m doing my best,But won’t you help me with the rest
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stayYou gotta ask
If only I could love youI would spend all night getting close to youIf only I could love you I would
Be the one you could call yoursOh it sounds so pretty,
But if I don’t show you know I’m so unsure
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stay
You gotta ask
I won’t say it won’t work if youSay you’ll do the same
Hold myself still,StopAnd get myself to stayBut every time I tryYou just slip off to the sideAnd I keep moving
Oh while I’m still breathing
I’m moving fastIf you want me to stayYou gotta ask x2

Let my eyes keep on roamingAs you look the other wayIn the end you know I’m not goingSo we’ll just stay the same
Straight past me and straight aheadAs you tell me what you think I needYou haven’t heard a word I’ve saidJust rehearsed lines that you feed me
Stay with me in silence
I’m trying to tell you what I’m missingAs you tell me nothing is wrongBut how can you see when you don’t listenLook ahead and move along
Stay with me in silenceStay with me, but leave me in silence

You say write me a song that’s never been sungOh I’ll do my best with theserecycled expressions on the tip of my tonguetired out chords, give it a rest
My mama said no one’s the sameand her mama told her that toowell I guess it’s not an unfair claimbut all I know is deja vu
Because it’s old news, I hate to break it to yaOld news, but I’m sure you already knowThat what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
But nobody’s got a love like we doSo much more than hearts and glitterNo you just can’t compare us toThose other couples you see on twitter…No, it’s really not, it’s
I know it may seem redundant
But really why would I try?Because though words may be abundantEach one’s been wrung out dry
We’re all just looking for greased moldsTo slide easily intoAnd do what you’re told
they don’t care what you’ve been throughAfter all, somebody somewhereHas known what you’ve knownSeen what you’ve seenFelt what you’ve felt

And now it’s
Old news, I hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrowWell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
Hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news