| Moving on, moving on
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| Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?
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| Just hold it back and keep moving on
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| Pushing on, pushing on
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| Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?
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| But it’s so hard to keep pushing on
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| I’m moving on, moving on
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| Isn’t that what everybody tells me I gotta do?
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| But it’s so hard moving on without you
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| Every morning waking in a fever wet and shaking
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| My heart inside me pounding, muddy water all around me
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| Cold, shocked and speechless, can’t anybody reach us
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| And why, oh God, why?
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| Go down, go down, Moses
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| Go down to the city of New Orleans
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| Go part the muddy water
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| Let your people cross over
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| Go down!
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| I’m moving on, moving on
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| That’s what I’m trying to do
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| Just holding back and moving on
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| Keeping on, keeping on
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| That’s what I’m trying so hard to do
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| But it’s so hard keeping on without you
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| Gone and lost my patience with this hopeless situation
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| Yeah, I’m alive, I’m a lonely sole survivor
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| Spared me for some reason so I’m picking up the pieces
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| But why? |
| Oh God, why?
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| Go down, go down, Moses
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| Go down to the city of New Orleans
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| Go part the muddy water
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| Let your people cross over
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| Go down! |