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.
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