//on the move


While truckin' down the road of life, although all hope seems gone,
I just move on.

When I can't find a single star to hang my wish upon, I just move on,
I move on.

I run so fast, a shotgun blast can hurt me not one bit.

I'm on my toes cause heaven knows a moving target's hard to hit.

So as we play in life's ballet, we're not the dying swans, we just move on,
we move on.

Just when it seems we're out of dreams, and things have got us down.

We don't despair, we don't go there, we hang our bonnets out of town.

So there's no doubt we're well cut out to run life's marathon, we just move on,
we just move on.

So fleet of foot, we can't stay put, we just move on.
Yes, we move on!

> Chicago O.S.T.



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não fico muito tempo no mesmo lugar. (é esse o benefício de viver de malas feitas, de coração nas mãos, e sempre entre a partida e o regresso). também há quem diga que é uma forma de crescer.