Move on Move on.
Today I am a face,
Tomorrow I grow a name.
Tonight we make it to the other side of the riverbank.
If she can face tomorrow,
Then I can do the same.
I just can't stay dry
When my sky is full of rain.
She's sees me in my destiny,
My star to shine, it's true.
And when she grabs a hold of me
My greying skies turn blue.
And when these skies have fallen deep,
Under the ground beneath my feet.
She sings to me a whispered song,
She sings to me: move on, move on.
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