I keep moving
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I go from house to house
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I stay committed
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Like one foot in, one foot out
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I bounce
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Yeah I'm leaving this place
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Divorce papers falling out my briefcase
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Miss Intuition, the half-truth harlot
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Got her suspicions
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Lacks proof but wants it
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I've been practicin grabbin the noose when the knot slips
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Rewiring my mind to make the firing squad miss
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And while they're busy reloading
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I'm decoding the messages she sent with this key I keep holding
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But it's a copy
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And the lock seems broken
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Got me chokin' on discussions I cannot keep open
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I'm fully clothed in this cock-tease moment
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The last cigarette sits between my lips
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But I will not smoke it
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While it dangled I got strangled by a second hand
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Broke the ropes when I held my breath and let my chest expand
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Threw the stogie to the lonely hitman for hire
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Told him that he owed me and he showed me his hand's on fire
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We didn't shake on it
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He nodded, I nodded back
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He lit the cigarette with his finger and dropped the gat
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I started walking the tracks you should've tied me to
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I waited for a train to hop but stopped to say good-bye to you
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When I turned my head
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I heard what you said:
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"Murder him dead and try to do it with the girl in his bed"
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So I fled
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As I remembered one should never look back
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There's no direction home only blood on the tracks
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Stuck in the past
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I jetted and left the red footprints for them to follow
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Headed toward tomorrow
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And took sips from the flask
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That you bought me
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For my sober anniversary
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Her dad tracks my scent
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She's got her old man in search of me
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He knows where I'm headed, he's been there
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King of the home
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Sits on his throne like it's an electric chair
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I'm the heir to that domestic death sentence
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I see people accepting lethal injections
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Dead in seconds
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They confused prison for a bed in breakfast
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Used their one call on voicemail to see who left a message
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Could it be her?
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Could it be!?
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They're desperate
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Mad at me cause they lack a strategy for exit
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Nobody pregnant, nobody get burped
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I got lost on this head trip but won't talk to an expert
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My legs hurt cuz I've been walking with cement boots
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Ever since you lured me to the water bed to get cute
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She had a wet suit and dry dispostion
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But couldn't execute that type of mission
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It's no small time thing organizing my ending
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My book of life
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Is a "Choose Your Own Adventure"
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With a circular section
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You can tell your friends I walked all over you
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But you know that's not what these boots were made to do
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In fact, you had them crafted at the store
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Said, "Baby, slip em on" but I don't know what you take me for.
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I knew what was up once I felt nailed to the floor
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And since the key didnt work I kicked my way through the door
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I keep moving
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I go from house to house
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I stay committed like one foot in, one foot out
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I bounce
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Yeah I'm leaving this place
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Divorce papers falling out my briefcase
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I keep moving
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I go from house to house
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I stay committed like one foot in, one foot out
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I bounce
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Yeah I'm leaving this place
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Divorce papers falling the fuck out my briefcase
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I am no destination
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I am just the journey
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So don't go settling on me, love
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No, don't go settling on me
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I am no destination
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I am just the journey
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So don't go settling on me, love
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No, don't go settling on me
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I am no destination
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I am just the journey
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So don't go settling on me, love
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No, don't go settling on me
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Speak of me in your travels
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Take pictures if you please
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But don't go settling on me, love
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No don't go settling on me
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Keep Moving
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| Sage Francis |
