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My feet are on the ground My hopes are flying high There's movies in my mind And stories in the sky I'll believe in you, if you believe in me It doesn't matter where we've been It matters where we're gonna be In 10 days time In 10 months time In 10 years time So if you don't like it Then you might as well sort it out My love is a motor way Your life is a roundabout This is what you make it But you're always walking out When the music gets too loud When the music gets too loud (When the music gets too loud) So this is where I stand This is where we sit I know the dickheads are in charge But we'll still make the best of it In 10 days time In 10 months time In 10 years time So if you don't like it Then you might as well sort it out My love is a motor way Your life is a roundabout This is what you make it But you're always walking out When the music gets too loud When the music gets too loud (When the music gets too loud) (When the music gets too loud) (When the music gets too loud) So if you don't like it Then why not sort it out? My love is a motor way Your life is a roundabout This is what you make it But you're always walking out When the music gets too loud When the music gets too loud
Writer(s): Frank Hamilton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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