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Get Outta My Way

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 22.10.2012

Get outta my way

Stay one hundred miles away
That’s close enough,
This World isn’t big enough for the both of us

Find your lane and stay out of mine!

The road, last travelled, is my destiny
And I’ll never ever let you get the best of me again

Find your way and stay out of mine!

Get outta my way
I haven't belled in door a lot
Get outta my way
Cause I'm a red bull without a cows
No time for love today
Get outta my way

The chains, that were holding me,
Are coming all today
So don’t try to follow me
You’ve that enough, okay

Turn the ’Play’, the world is Mine

And I won’t wait forever,
Gotta break it out
Cause it’s now all that’s never for my take off

It’s a brand new day, I’ve made out my mind

Get outta my way
I haven't belled in door a lot
Get outta my way
Cause I'm a red bull without a cows
No time for love today
Get outta my way

Rrroooooaaar
You hear my enging running
Rrroooooaaar
Get outta way, I’m coming x2

Get outta my way
I haven't belled in door a lot
Get outta my way
Cause I'm a red bull without a cows
No time for love today
Get outta my way


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