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Craig Eubanks
Craig Eubanks
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D. R.
D. R.
Songwriter

Lyrics

We meet here every week To pass the time and speak of how we'd like to be Where we see ourselves in 20 years We dream about a day When we don't need the pay And we can move on Don't you think it's strange That all we talk about is change What if the matters we can't change Have made us blind to all that matters I'll see you down the road It's time to move on Move on until I lose my place My sense of me begins to fade And all that's left of me is just a Shell of who I used to be Move on until I can't draw breath I'll give until there's nothing left This life will be the death of me It's good to hear your voice But all the noise around me keeps compounding I feel surrounded, and my chest is caving in You're always on my mind But I can't find the time So you should move on I hate to let you down But sitting still feels like I'm drowning The clock is ticking loudly, I can't rest until it ends I've gotta let you go It's time to move on Move on until I lose my place My sense of me begins to fade And all that's left of me is just a Shell of who I used to be Move on until I can't draw breath I'll give until there's nothing left This life will be the death of me And when I'm laid to rest I'll dream of peace Slip into the ages Move on, and on, and on And on, and on Move on Move on until I lose my place My sense of me begins to fade And all that's left of me is just a Shell of who I used to be Move on until I can't draw breath I'll give until there's nothing left This life will be the death of me
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