Move

Move, before the sun turns red
And watch it going down
Feel, as if the road is clearing
Kick back those still out around
Laugh, keep your tears
And your feelings far behind
There is absolutely nothing
Not within the hands of time

When you're on a bus
Or you're on a train
You've got nothing to lose
But the plane
One minute to go
And you'll see
You'll be free
You'll be free
Free

Move, you have a lot of things to see
And songs to give
Fly, and try to change the clouds
Before they disappear
Go, while at last
You can ask for nothing more
There are things that you can have much better
Than you did before

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