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Underoath Writing On The Walls

You to move on, move on! You must do what they show you At this rate we can't give up I'm thinking back on the things I've said We're thinking back on

state that we live in And I'm short of time How could you trust it (these fate trashed walls) To fit the shape of what they tell you Come on, move on, move on

. I'm short on time. How come you try and fit the shape of what they tell you But mostly what they show you. That brings us home I pray for you to move on

I'm short on time. How come you try and fit the shape of what they tell you But mostly what they show you. That brings us home I pray for you to move on

state that we live in And I'm short of time How could you trust it (these fate trashed walls) To fit the shape of what they tell you Come on, move on, move on

state that we live in And I'm short of time How could you trust it (these fate trashed walls) To fit the shape of what they tell you Come on, move on, move on