Ain't got no money
Ain't got no job
You want to steal
And you want to rob
Just let it all fall apart
You gotta move
Do you want a ride
Just leave all your worries behind
Let's go
You can't sleep
You can't dream
How could this little ol' world
Be so mean
Your counting days
Your counting sheep
You count the cars
Coming down the street
You gotta move
Do you want a ride
Just leave all your worries behind
You gotta move
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