Текст песни Your Move - Kris Orlowski
I
almost
left
at
noon
Winters
hard,
the
boulevard
won't
bloom
til
June
And
honestly
there's
nothing
left
for
me
As
it
all
stays
the
same,
and
it
won't
ever
change
I've
packed
up
my
guitar,
Thinking
of
the
life
of
being
a
rock
star
Its
not
for
me,
but
I
could
see,
oh
lord,
Th
wealth
of
traveling
far
as
I
started
up
my
car
Open
fields,
tempting
fate,
Its
wild
emotion
Looking
back
to
the
past
Its
here
with
you
Not
letting
fear
control
the
pain,
the
wild
emotion
All
the
change
you
write
the
chapter,
its
your
move
Oh
was
it
far
way,
When
memories
of
lakeway
drives
in
boundary
plain
Do
eat
in
fields
and
throw
frisbee
one
more
time
in
the
comfort
of
your
air
Oh
from
Baker
to
the
bay
As
I
walked
out
the
door,
I
realized
what
my
heart
realized
long
before
The
harder
you
kick,
the
longer
you
stick,
the
worse
it
will
get
Only
to
wait
for,
only
to
wait
for
Open
fields,
tempting
fate,
Its
wild
emotion
Looking
back
to
the
past
Its
here
with
you
Not
letting
fear
control
the
pain,
the
wild
emotion
All
the
change
you
write
the
chapter,
its
your
move
And
the
long
way
home,
Oh,
its
stirring
in
my
bones
The
thought
of
being
alone
for
always,
I
do
this
on
my
own,
I'm
doin'
this
alone
Open
fields,
tempting
fate,
Its
wild
emotion
Looking
back
to
the
past
Its
here
with
you
Not
letting
fear
control
the
pain,
the
wild
emotion
All
the
change
you
write
the
chapter,
its
your
move
Open
fields,
tempting
fate,
Its
wild
emotion
Looking
back
to
the
past
Its
here
with
you
Not
letting
fear
you're
unprepared,
this
wild
emotion
All
the
change
you
write
the
chapter,
its
your
move

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