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The Wolfgang Press

Peace and love, a phoney kind of blubber<br /> My instincts tell me to crash<br /> You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them<br /> I somehow think this won't lastSo I'm moving south<br /> To the great unknown<br /> Yeah I'm moving south<br /> Where the head unloadsYou've got a reason some funky little demons<br /> Telling me that life is a gas<br /> You're a deconstruction a euphemism nothing<br /> Motown gives it a blastSo I'm moving south<br /> To the great unknown<br /> Yeah I'm going south<br /> Where the head unloadsCalled my brother, he said, "I need a lawyer"<br /> And my life is sinking at best<br /> Called my brother, he said, "I've just become<br /> A moaner who lives in the past"You've got a vision some funky little sms<br /> Telling me that life is a gas<br /> Your misconception is a pitiful expression<br /> It's something, I'll never possessSo I'm moving south<br /> To the great unknown<br /> Yeah I'm moving south<br /> Where the head unloadsPeace and love, a phoney kind of blubber<br /> My instincts tell me to crash<br /> You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them<br /> I somehow think this won't lastSo I'm moving south<br /> To the great unknown<br /> Yeah I'm moving south<br /> Where the head unloads<br /> <br /> Songwriters<br /> ALLEN, MICHAEL DEREK / GRAY, ANDREW KEITHPublished by<br /> Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing GroupLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>