What's pain but a way of staying sane, yeah
What's sane but a way of waving your white flag
Sometimes I wish you would just shut your mouth
It's got a bit too cold, and I
I'm moving south
Who stays in a place where they don't get nobody's respect
Who likes getting hit by the traffic they've been told to direct
And the icy storm's been creeping towards my house
It's got a bit too cold, and I, I
I'm moving south
I prayed, and I never prayed before
That summer breeze would come knocking on my door
Baze Blackwood - Movin' South Lyrics
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What's pain but a way of staying sane, yeah
What's sane but a way of waving your white flag
Sometimes I wish you would just shut your mouth
It's got a bit too cold, and I
I'm moving south
Who stays in a place where they don't get nobody's respect
Who likes getting hit by the traffic they've been told to direct
And the icy storm's been creeping towards my house
It's got a bit too cold, and I, I
I'm moving south
I prayed, and I never prayed before
That summer breeze would come knocking on my door
What's sane but a way of waving your white flag
Sometimes I wish you would just shut your mouth
It's got a bit too cold, and I
I'm moving south
Who stays in a place where they don't get nobody's respect
Who likes getting hit by the traffic they've been told to direct
And the icy storm's been creeping towards my house
It's got a bit too cold, and I, I
I'm moving south
I prayed, and I never prayed before
That summer breeze would come knocking on my door
Writer: Miles Robinson
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