| Hey I’m moving to the front line
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| Gonna try to make it work
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| All I needed was for you to be mine
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| I guess it wasn’t worth
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| All your lies were so damn convincing that you even fooled yourself
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| Guess it’s time for me to keep on moving
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| Let you lie to someone else
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| Hey I’m moving to the fast lane
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| I gotta make it home
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| Gotta get myself away from this game
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| Gotta save my soul
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| Should I ignore or should I try to listen to the voices in my head
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| Feels like drowning in endless ocean made of all the tears I’ve shed
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| I’m moving up the real life
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| Gonna see if I can just get something
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| I’m tired of living in strife
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| Gotta know if I can just get something
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| Get something, just one thing, get something, worry about nothing at all
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| Get something, just one thing, get something, worry about nothing at all
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| Hey I’m moving to the front line
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| Gonna try to make it work
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| All I needed was for you to be mine
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| I guess it wasn’t worth
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| All your lies were so damn convincing that you even fooled yourself
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| Guess it’s time for me to keep on moving
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| Let you lie to someone else
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| Well, She strobe-light, heavy on the octane
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| The propane on twerk, It’s gonna work like
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| Rich Porter, Sidney Poitier’s Passport, escort
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| Yeah, She all fast lane sport
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| Since the war report loud got my zone warped
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| Dope boys cooking raw at ya concert
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| Front line on merc same crooks new dirt
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| Same pain love and hurt let me slide first
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| Never been gas heavy on the ether
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| Pipe the same blast exotic on the speaker
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| If it’s cash here, It’s class warfare
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| Cause they after the cashier colors clash here, Yeah
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| I’m moving up the real life
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| Gonna see if I can just get something
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| I’m tired of living in strife
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| Gotta know if I can just get something
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| Get something, just one thing, get something, worry about nothing at all
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| Get something, just one thing, get something, worry about nothing at all |