LYRIC
I’d rather sleep all through spring
Than here again
Going
And returning is always worse
Without intent
A light was there
Not gone
Moving further along
The time had turned
Move on [Chorus] Move on
Move on
Move on
Move on [Verse 2] Everything to translate
Like a picture framed in landscape
I found a way to avoid looking closer
I found a way to avoid looking closer [Chorus]
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