Mr. J. Medeiros and Møme - Move On

They used to tell us get a room and now we need some
Meeting with the fellas got me jealous of their freedom
You telling me we past tense now am I heathen
If I can't get passed our sins without believing
They used to tell us get a room and now we need some
Meeting with the fellas got me jealous of their freedom
Telling me we past tense now am I heathen
If I can't get passed our sins without believing
Tried to make it last tried to make it even
Tried one last time to survive another season
Running out of time running out of reasons
I just want to start a new life this evening
I got to move on

This is the part when lovers depart and leave each other in parts
With only the sharp ends then seen like the coming of shark fins
To feed on the blood from the heart when starving for the one that will not mend
Till the arteries harden if this is the lock then where is the key
When you've been holding on to the beginning as if you aint knowing the road to be free
Is right here in the end of it all feel the fear let it evolve
Fill it with tears let it dissolve letter to self pen to it all
Now with a fragile mind and a bruised ego
I set out to change the life that I let get abused by two people
Left the pain to pride and I wept until I knew she will
Be better kept inside as a memory I let it be thank you Beatles
Between the lies of loving saints and it's common ties with true evil
I severed every tie and found through free will you can choose when to be still
Or move on

They used to tell us get a room and now we need some
Meeting with the fellas got me jealous of their freedom
Telling me we past tense now am I heathen
If I can't get passed our sins without believing
Tried to make it last tried to make it even
Tried one last time to survive another season
Running out of time running out of reasons
I just want to start a new life this evening
I got to move on

Written by:
Jérémy Souillart

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