| Move with me, move with me, move with me
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| Still moving towards me
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| Move with me, move with me, move with me
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| Still, it’s moving to me
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| When I finish here, I’m heading for the furthest near-away place
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| Travel long-distance, baby, leave myself without a tail to chase
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| Going where our friend goes, where our eyes will not relent
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| Just to see if he is still alive, or if his travelling days are spent
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| Working asleep, staying under
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| We must work, we must plunder
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| Make your mark, move your brother
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| Walking asleep, staying under
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| You must work, you must suffer
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| Make your mark, move a brother
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| Move with me, move with me, move with me
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| Still moving towards me
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| Move with me, move with me, move with me
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| Still, it’s moving to me
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| When I started here, I didn’t know the shape this needle would make
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| Travel so quickly lately, leaving nothing but mistakes in my wake
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| Going where there’s no hope of any sign of real or fake
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| Fix our self the same gaze, and open up while hard to break
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| Working asleep, staying under
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| We must work, we must plunder
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| Make your mark, move your brother
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| Walking asleep, staying under
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| You must work, you must suffer
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| Make your mark, move a brother |