Cycle song
par Robots In Disguise
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Keep moving, keep doing
Keep breathing, stay living
Keep moving, keep doing
Keep breathing, stay living
Keep eating, keep earning
More scrimping, stay paying
Keep eating, keep earning
More scrimping, stay paying
Keep learning, keep listening
Keep watching, more blagging
Keep learning, keep listening
Keep watching, more blagging
Keep writing, keep playing
keep plugging, do smiling
Artist class, some money
Understudies to youth
In your gaze ´til I succumb
To this mortal touch
Mix up words, cause the sounds
as it calls me, I do
in its gaze - elevates
Pause the mortal touch
Keep moving, keep doing
Keep breathing, stay living
Keep moving, keep doing
Keep breathing, stay living
Keep eating, keep earning
More scrimping, stay paying
Keep eating, keep earning
More scrimping, stay paying
Keep learning, keep listening
Keep watching, more blagging
Keep learning, keep listening
Keep watching, more blagging
Keep writing, keep playing
keep plugging, do smiling
Postcards from... Transformer
Played on the radio
In these minutes we pale
And shrink the mortal touch
Keep breathing, stay living
Keep moving, keep doing
Keep breathing, stay living
Keep eating, keep earning
More scrimping, stay paying
Keep eating, keep earning
More scrimping, stay paying
Keep learning, keep listening
Keep watching, more blagging
Keep learning, keep listening
Keep watching, more blagging
Keep writing, keep playing
keep plugging, do smiling
Artist class, some money
Understudies to youth
In your gaze ´til I succumb
To this mortal touch
Mix up words, cause the sounds
as it calls me, I do
in its gaze - elevates
Pause the mortal touch
Keep moving, keep doing
Keep breathing, stay living
Keep moving, keep doing
Keep breathing, stay living
Keep eating, keep earning
More scrimping, stay paying
Keep eating, keep earning
More scrimping, stay paying
Keep learning, keep listening
Keep watching, more blagging
Keep learning, keep listening
Keep watching, more blagging
Keep writing, keep playing
keep plugging, do smiling
Postcards from... Transformer
Played on the radio
In these minutes we pale
And shrink the mortal touch