Move On, John

You keep saying we're best friends
It doesn't make any sense
You've been living in the same town
But I don't even know your face

You say you met me once or twice
But all you did was pass me by

Move on, John
Move on, John
Move on.

We've been going to the same bar
But I don't know who you are
You are riding on the wrong train
I didn't even catch your name

You keep telling dirty lies
But you should take my free advice



Credits
Writer(s): Arnout Brinks, Sander Brinks
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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