Trying To Move On

The Black Tires

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    I woke up sick at morning didn't know what to do
    All the stuff around just reminds me of you

    You left the door closed, don't want to come again
    Destroyed all my life and burnt all my plans

    Our pictures on the wall, your smell all around
    Everything I look at just makes me gettin' down

    Your books on the shelf, your Beatles' DVD
    You break with everyhing that's living inside of me

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    It's not my home when I'm alone
    It's not my home I'm trying to move on

    You wanted it in this way, you never asked me
    Together for a long time, you know all about me

    You chose the hard way, it's hard to believe
    All these past years that you were with me

    Even all my friends had left me all alone
    Nobody gets around or call me on the phone

    I'm starting to believe I've made some wrong choice
    It's hard to keep on movin' when I don't forget your voice

    Song details

    Composition: Fabio Andreotti, Gusta, Guutarra, Guga, Fuinha, Gambim, and Luan Luccas

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