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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Move”

• Sunday Cold weather Home, that's where i'll stay Ok i admit it I've been drifting Dreaming the hours away Dreamin' of love The gentle kind I don't have to prove myself All of the time Working Years at a job Burning for a raise Let's face it I'm no go getter Worthy of a boss's praise Worthy of love The unusual kind I don't have to prove myself All of the time At the bus stop when the evening falls Resting there until the driver calls Hurry it up now hurry it up and move, lady Magic It's a shiny train Stealing away in the wind I can't catch it So i close my eyes Feel it against my skin Feeling that love You're a friend of mine I don't have to prove myself All of the time At the bus stop in the hazy dawn Come on mister one last lazy yawn Hurry it up now hurry it up and move, lady

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