Luke Franks - Wrong Move

I’ve got a little nick on my lip
And it’s starting to drip a little blood
I try to let it heal but I like the feel of licking that cut
Drinking that juice that my heart pumps through
Keeping me alive ’till I make a wrong move
Until I make a wrong move

Oh this is America
The land of milk and honey
Forget about heaven
These streets are paved with money
Get it put it on credit
Keeping me alive ’til I make a wrong move
’Til I make a wrong move

Oh the touch of
Your lips on my mine
Wishing like God
We were outside of time
Intertwined with a love divine
Keeping me alive ’till I make a wrong move
’Til I make a wrong move

Oh I’m gonna make it
I’ve got the drive
Oh you’re gonna see me
At the front of the line
And I’m gonna try not to forget the little guy
It’s all for you ’til I make a wrong move
Then it’s all for me

Written by:
LUKE AARON FRANKS

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