Chorus Grant - Savings & Loans

I’m saving up my money and I’m moving away
Moving away
Moving away
I’m saving up my money and I’m moving away
Moving away
Moving away

Wrong turnout of the middle class rut
Decorated members of last weekend’s weekend club
Key to the family’s summerhouse door and a cluster of friends only hanging around for
A lullaby, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby

I’m saving up my money and I’m moving away
Moving away
Moving away
I’m saving up my money and I’m moving away
Moving away
Moving away

I’m done with rain in the city of the plain
I’m done with drunks calling out your name
I’m done with always having to explain my plans from the bench where we first did lanes
I’m only saying that a mountain of sores can be built on the grave of your dreams for more

I’m saving up my money and I’m moving away
Moving away
Moving away
I’m saving up my money and I’m moving away
Moving away
Moving away
I’m saving up my money and I’m moving away
Moving away
Moving away
I’m saving up my money and I’m moving away
Moving away
Moving away

Written by:
Kristian Finne, Nordsø Fridolin,

Publisher:
Lyrics © Tambourhinoceros ApS

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