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